What exactly happens at Startup Weekend?

I spent the last weekend of September reporting on Startup Weekend Honolulu. It was the third such event in Hawaii and had about 100 participants, plus lots of other judges and startup enthusiasts.

I live blogged the event and sent out tweets and Facebook updates for Hawaii Business magazine. It was my first time live blogging, so I just had fun playing around with that. It is, however, a little easier than live tweeting an event since you aren’t limited to 140 characters.

I went in with a few preconceptions, like, “Do these people sleep?” Some people did go home, but some people just pushed on through the night. When you’re in the zone, you just gotta keep on going, you know?

So what exactly happens at this event? You can read the story, “Create a Business in 54 Hours,” on the web or in the November 2012 issue of Hawaii Business magazine.

After sitting in on the event, I would suggest anyone to join. Even if you’re not a developer or a designer, or you don’t have some blockbuster idea, it’s a good exercise in teamwork and figuring out what you do best and what you can contribute. Teams had people working on marketing, customer validation, and even creating videos, so there’s definitely something for everybody.

Young Farmers in Hawaii

In the October 2012 issue of Hawaii Business magazine, I wrote a story on young farmers in Hawaii. We had originally proposed the story as “Aging Farmers,” but we tried to go with a much more optimistic perspective.

A New Generation Takes on the Challenges of Farming

People have joined the growing Eat Local movement for myriad reasons, including reducing their carbon footprint, supporting Hawaii businesses and keeping agricultural lands in agriculture.

Grocery stores and restaurants tout their local-food credentials, and more farmers markets keep popping up and attracting loyal customers. A study by the Ulupono Initiative found that 74 percent of Hawaii consumers believe that it’s important that Hawaii grow its own food.

To meet that demand, however, the agriculture workforce needs to get younger. Last year, 3,609 of the state’s 6,192 ag workers were 45 or older, according to the U.S. Census Bureau. That’s 58 percent of the ag workforce; in comparison, only 44 percent of Hawaii’s overall workforce is 45 or older. …

Read more at HawaiiBusiness.com.

Going to #UNITY2012!

By Wednesday, I’ll be at the UNITY 2012 Convention, the quadrennial gathering of four journalism groups: Asian American Journalists Association (AAJA), National Association of Hispanic Journalists (NAHJ), Native American Journalists Association (NAJA), and National Lesbian and Gay Journalists Association (NLGJA).

I’ve never been to a big journalism conference before. I attended an Online News Association training workshop about a year and a half ago, and I attended PubCon Paradise earlier this year, but this is my first bit journo gathering ever. It’s a little intimidating to be in the same room with the big national media companies, especially coming from a small regional business publication in the middle of the Pacific, but I’m also excited to network and see what journalists around the country are doing.

I’m also interested in seeing what other AAJA chapters are doing. I’ve been involved closely with the Hawaii chapter this year, starting off as a board member and now the president for the rest of the year, so I’d like to see how other chapters get members motivated and raise awareness for diversity in media.

Will you be at #UNITY2012? Hit me up on Twitter at @jubay.

Why I’ll never go to the KCC Farmers Market again

OK, I don’t like saying “never” to anything, so I might make it back to Kapiolani Community College. But it’s trying real hard to be uninviting.

Even though I’m just going to sound like a fucking hipster, I’m just going to say it: I was there before it got big, man. Back in those early days, I remember light crowds and a relaxed atmosphere. You could a full conversation with food vendors or farmers; no one was really in a rush. You could get there before 9 a.m. and get decent produce. (I have a feeling that the best produce was still gone after a certain time.) I remember seeing a friend there working at 7:30 a.m., and he asked me, “What are you doing up this early?” (Work sleep patterns continue into the weekend.) And I thought, for a big-time, hyped-up farmers market, it was actually kind of small.

Eventually, the crowds grew. And one day, walking through the crowds, I noticed I felt overwhelmed from jostling and weaving through the crowds. Although it must have been a gradual increase, it seemed like it happened overnight. It was like standing on a scale and realizing, “Oh God, I’m a fat ass!”

I always lived near TheBus lines 3 or 22, which would drop me off right outside the market. Even when I eventually bought a car, I never drove to the KCC Farmers Market, and my roommate asked me why. “You haven’t been to the farmers market lately, have you?” I said. But now, after I’ve moved, I can’t get there without a few transfers, so I drive. And it sucks. Even at 7:30 a.m., I’ve learned it’s best to park at the lot near Kilauea Avenue, on the other side of campus.

I’ve wanted to eat fried green tomatoes recently, or one of those margherita pizzas cooked on a grill. But I can’t, because I refuse to wait in line for that long. (I refuse to wait more than 45 minutes for any meal I’m paying for, unless it’s unicorn steak or nene liver pate.) And I can only assume the Pacifickool ginger drink is delicious; there’s so many people that I can never figure out where the line starts or ends.

It’s hard to be mad, though. The farmers and vendors have to be making bank with all these customers. And technically speaking, it’s how tourism should be — sharing what locals like with our visitor industry. However, I am selfish about it. I just want the best veggies on the island direct from farmers at a fair price. Tourists are there for corn on the cob and whatever else can be eaten quickly. The market has shifted in their favor. I can imagine what locals must feel like about Leonard’s or Matsumoto’s.

If this is what it takes to eat local, well, it’s a pain in the ass. But despite the downsides, I kept on going, because, what are the alternatives?

Enter the Ala Moana Farmers’ Market. At the moment, it’s got plenty of space and plenty of quality vendors, selling both fresh, raw produce and value added products. I saw a lot of farmers from the KCC Farmers Market – MA`O Farms, Ho Farms, Taro Delight. (Since I went to both on Saturday, Sept. 10, some were running double duty.) And I saw some new vendors. Best of all, it wasn’t crazy crowded and overrun by tour busses. (Yet.) I’m stoked because it’s closer to my house and there’s a ton of parking.  Best of all, it doesn’t open until 9 a.m. so I can sleep in on Saturday.

Then there’s the Kakaako Makai Market by the Children’s Discovery Center. I went a few weeks ago, and it wasn’t looking so good. Then again, it is also open on Friday afternoon, so maybe there’s more traffic on that day.

In a perfect world (or in most major cities in the world), Honolulu would have a permanent area for vegetable and fruit peddlers. Farmers or distributors could rent a kiosk and sell their produce everyday. The same rules apply (best produce is out first thing in the morning), but instead of adjusting my Saturday to accommodate the schedule, it would be open everyday. Think Chinatown, just less ratty and hopefully less spitty.

At the Ag in the City event a few weeks ago, Brian Miyamoto of the Hawaii Farm Bureau Federation said that the KCC Farmers Market started it all. Without it, the Honolulu Farmers Market, and all the other farmers markets sprouting up, wouldn’t be around. (Technically, we could attribute it to other examples like the Hilo Farmers Market or the City’s crazy scheduled People’s Open Market, or a national movement towards food sustainability, but I digress.)

It definitely played a big part in bringing local produce to local consumers, but there’s no need to keep going back when it’s no longer accommodating for local residents. Market economics demanded a Saturday morning alternative for Townies, and the market has delivered.

My most Eat Local day yet

I didn’t know it when I woke up on Saturday, but somehow everything I ate that day would be locally produced, if not locally grown.

But first, a confession. Last week, I didn’t prep a weekly schedule so I just ate as I went along. When that happens, I just eat whatever I want, either out of convenience or craving. So I ate some Indian curry, soup out of a can and pasta. Granted, I did add CSA kale to the soup and I used a mostly local pesto (local macadamia nuts and basil, non-local garlic and olive oil), but I did sort of half-ass it. (Random tangent: When you have CSA produce, just throw it into everything. Kale into every sort of pasta imaginable, root vegetables into saimin, etc. Be creative, or it’s just going to end up in the compost bin.)

I have somehow trained myself to wake up early on Saturday to go to the KCC Farmers Market, despite its crowd. (More on my love-hate relationship in a future blog post.) I made it down there and picked up my usual: apple bananas from Kahuku Farms ($3 a bag) and the family pack of  tomatoes from Ho Farms.

My pickup from the KCC Farmer's Market

From there, I usually grab what I think will be good with other stuff I have lying around, or just stuff that looks too good to pass up. I ended up picking up ulu, or breadfruit, from Kahuku Farms. (I have no idea what I’m going to do with it yet, but I’ll probably be lazy and cut it and fry it. If you have something healthier but relatively easy to prepare, please let me know.) I saw some Waimea strawberries at the stand where they sell the strawberry mochi. (This came from Waimea, Big Island. And they’re really damn good, mostly sweet and not too tart.) After purchasing strawberries, I had to get yogurt from Naked Cow Dairy. I opted for the Greek-style, which is really thick but unlike anything you can buy packaged at a store. I bought the avocado, peppers, carrots and onions because they can usually be thrown into anything, and the cucumbers were just cheap (off-grade for $2 a bag). And I just have to have Ba-Le’s bread if I walk by. Eating a whole baguette a day probably isn’t good for me, but sometimes I think I might just be French. If it last longer than that, I’ll usually make croutons, or a bread salad with mozzarella cheese, tomatoes, balsamic vinegar and olive oil, if I have all the ingredients on hand.

Soul's vegetarian chili and cornbread

I also ate the vegetarian chili and cornbread from the Soul booth. The fried chicken and the chilaquiles (or whatever they call those huevos rancheros) looked really damn appetizing, but I knew my stomach would not forgive.

When I first started buying at the KCC Farmers Market around 2005 or 2006, I wondered how anyone could eat a plate lunch that early in the morning. I don’t remember what happened, but at some point I wanted to eat kalua pig or a North Shore Cattle Co. loco moco. After that it was all over, and I have bought groceries and finished the day with a plate of food ever since. (Although since I try to eat meatless, it’s considerably narrowed down my options.)

After returning home, my plan was to drop off my car for a detail and walk to the Ala Moana Farmers’ Market. Oddly enough, it seemed like an expat coalition of farmers and vendors from the KCC Farmers Market, plus some of the same guys at the Sunday Haleiwa’s Farmers Market. I bought taro dip and taro poke from Taro Delight. (Along with Ba-Le, I can’t leave the farmers market without buying something from this guy. Evil Jungle and Chipotle Mustaro are the way to go.) I bought a bag of cremini and baby portabella mushrooms, and Happy’s Hawaii Magic Tropical dressing. (According to the label, it contains lots of local ingredients including ginger, cane sugar, pineapple, macadamia nut, and presumably local water.) I wanted to buy and eat more, but since I visited the KCC market earlier, I just wasn’t that hungry.

Do you know what kind of avocados these are?

When I got home, my neighbors were picking off avocados from their tree and asked if I wanted any. Of course I said yes and even offered to climb the tree, although I’d mostly like fall and break a limb. They said it wasn’t necessary and that they had already picked off most of them. I didn’t know the variety of avocado, so I asked. They didn’t know, either, and the woman said her mom had planted the tree about 50 years ago. She said they weren’t ripe just yet, but give it a few days. Unlike other avocados, if they were ripe they wouldn’t give when squeezed, she said. I still haven’t sliced them yet, but I’m really thankful at the gesture.

Throughout the day, I just nibbled on whatever I bought from the farmers market. I ate the taro poke out of the container. I sliced bread and dunked it into the taro dip. I chopped up strawberries and threw it into yogurt. I ate bananas and tangerines leftover from my CSA box. It was never a full meal, but I didn’t go hungry.

There's more stuff under the leaves.

For dinner, I made a very simple but nearly 100 percent local meal. I chopped up most of my veggies into a salad, used the local dressing I bought, sliced up some Bale bread, and a few strawberries for dessert. (In the salad: arugula, Lualualei salad mix, hakurei turnips form MA`O Farms CSA box; cherry tomatoes and Japanese cucumber from Ho Farms; avocado from Kahuku Farms; mushrooms, onion, carrot and red pepper from local farms.)

Clearly, it didn’t take too much skill in the kitchen, but just like the chefs say: If you’re using fresh ingredients, you don’t really need to do much to make them taste good.

A sad transaction at Borders

I was in Waikiki earlier today and thought I’d stop by Borders at the Royal Hawaiian Shopping Center to see if they had any good books left. I was there about a month ago and although they were out of many best-sellers, they still had a lot of classics and random books to make browsing worthwhile. Discounts were “only” around 20 to 50 percent off, and somehow I spent $85 on books. (I have a book buying problem.)

Today, everything was priced to sell, with everything 80 percent off. Huge signs on the windows said “Everything must go!” Inside, the pickings were slim, with most shelves empty. And the ones that did have books were filled with romance novels. I looked around the store, and started noticing everything was on sale. The bookshelves, the hooks, a desk chair from the back room, even a security system with camera.

I picked up two books that piqued my interest. The Retail Revolution by Nelson Lichtenstein has the cover line, “How Wal-Mart created a brave new world of business.” I also bought Denialism by Michael Specter, with the cover line, “How irrational thinking harms the planet and threatens our lives.” I heard Specter talk at a Hawaii Crop Improvement Association forum and meant to get around to this book.

At retail, the books would have cost me $33. Today, it cost me $8.20, and my receipt shows they even knocked off an extra 15 percent for who knows why.

I do like a deal, but today’s transaction felt more like stealing. At the register, I didn’t try to make small talk, because what was there to say? Who wants a complete stranger to ask, “So what are you going to do now?”, “Hey, do you know what’s going to open up here?” or “What’s your return policy? Haha, just kidding!” The cashier was cordial, said hello, said thank you, and even asked if I needed a bag. (I declined and stuffed it in my backpack.) But she didn’t smile once.

The whole transaction had a solemn tone. I was a lucky consumer, and she was an unfortunate employee. One of us wouldn’t have a job soon, and that’s no reason to make anyone happy.

Eat Local Challenge: Week 1

I’ve found that planning out meals is the only way to consistently and affordably eat local. I usually do pretty good when I have an open schedule and money in the bank account, but this week I had neither. In the last week, I’ve gone to a networking event, drinks with friends, a hike, a graffiti battle, among other things. (For the past few months, I’ve been sitting around reading books because it’s cheap and I don’t own a television.) In addition, I’ve also been trying to contact people to attend my high school reunion taking place 2,000 miles away and doing database work at my job. (Yes, please pity me.)

I never made it to the grocery store or farmers’ markets, but I did go to some restaurants and also picked up my CSA box from MA`O Farms.

Quiche plate from downtown @ HiSAM

On Thursday, I picked up lunch at Downtown @ HiSAM, which leaves no ambiguity as to what menu items are local and which farm they came from. I forgot to write down what I ordered and where the produce came from, but from the picture I can tell it’s quiche with red peppers, kim chee cucumber and a tomato, feta and olive salad.

Pizza from JJ Dolan's

On Friday, a coworker owed me lunch so pizza was the way to go. Luckily, JJ Dolan’s served a special with asparagus, roasted red pepper, Maui onion and local basil. At least it’s something.

On Saturday, I ate some leftover kale and white bean soup I made a week before. Since it didn’t have any meat in it, I operated under the (probably false) assumption that any bacteria that grows in the soup won’t kill me and the soup will hold longer. I didn’t take a picture because it didn’t really look that appetizing.

Spaghetti with tomatoes and basil

For Sunday’s dinner, I cooked spaghetti, making a sauce using Roma tomatoes from Wow Farms and basil I picked up at the Fort St. open market. I’m not sure if the onion was local because it hung out in the pantry for awhile; the garlic and spaghetti definitely weren’t. Before serving, I added a scoop of Naked Cow Dairy butter to add richness and because I’m fat.

Peace Cafe's Hanoi Sandwich

On Monday, I ate lunch at Peace Cafe because I heard the avo-veggie sandwich was mostly local. Too bad they were sold out. Instead, I ordered the Hanoi, which tasted good but whose local content I’ll never know because I was too lazy to ask. Afterwards, on my way to the beach, I stopped by Shima’s in Waimanalo and picked up some fresh ahi poke and smoked marlin poke.

I also picked up my CSA box that evening. Usually, I’ll eat a big bowl of salad, then plan out the week of meals using the content of the box. I write it out in a notebook with a few notes, figuring out what I need to buy to complete a meal. I’ll decide what I can get a farmers market. If I can’t get it there, I head down to the grocery store.

Bananas, tangerines, limes

I didn’t do that yesterday, though, because I still didn’t have enough money to buy groceries. I do, however, have enough staple pantry items like rice to get by. Since I’ve received enough of these boxes, I know the salad mixes go first, then kale and the heartier greens because they hold much better and you can cook them until they wilt. This week’s box also included bananas, tangerines and limes. The bananas are still green, but should be good to peel and eat in a few days. (Random thought: When you think of tangerines, do you think of living reflections from a dream?)

Spaghetti with tomatoes and beet greens

This morning I packed up a lunch, making spaghetti again before my tomatoes went bad. This time around I used beet greens because they came in the CSA box. I never would’ve thought of eating beet greens before subscribing to the CSA. I think it’s an acquired tasted, but it’s fun to utilize everything in that box.

 

Taking on Kanu Hawaii’s Eat Local Challenge

Kanu Hawaii‘s Eat Local Challenge stretches from a week to a month this year, and I’ll be eating local, taking pictures and writing blogs through September. If you’re unfamiliar with the campaign, the goal is to eat Hawaii-grown foods for the month, with varying degrees of difficulty. Some may focus just on the protein, vegetable or starch in a meal; others may go for it all, using only spices and oils from Hawaii.

I missed the last two Eat Local Challenges because I was traveling, so I’m excited to give it a try this year. A few meals made using only local ingredients sounds fun, but an entire week of local-only meals seems masochistic and impractical. (Where am I going to find local vinegar, olive oil, rice, pinto beans and tofu?) Then again, since I’m a MA′O CSA subscriber and shop mostly at farmers’ markets and Down to Earth, I’ll have to push myself a few times and go 100 percent local for this to be a challenge.

I think what gets me is the fact there even needs to be a “challenge” in the first place. Once I heard the arguments for local produce and the oft-mentioned fact that 80 percent or more of Hawaii’s food is imported, it seemed like a no-brainer. I moved here 10 years ago, and I’m still hearing that figure thrown around today. Sometimes, however, I have to take a step back and realize I digest media incessantly, and people just don’t know where their food comes from. (Part of it is also people’s ignorance and apathy. I am not wise enough to know how to deal with that.)

I’m also interested in digging deeper into the subject of local food. The premise is laid out simply: Chefs make fresh food sexy, consumers buy local, farmers stay in business and Hawaii lives happily ever after. If that were the case, then Hawaii Regional Cuisine would’ve accomplished the goal and Hawaii wouldn’t be in this situation. It seems the more you look into it, myriad complex issues arise: water rights; land use, planning and development; economic profitability; labor; and distribution and accessibility. Then there’s other issues like seed crops, organic vs. conventional farming, industrial vs. small farms, and vegetarianism. (I feel ambivalent at the moment, but if you think about food and where it comes from, you will eventually need to question where meat eating fits into the equation.)

Grilled flatbread topped with curried tomatoes, caramelized onions, pickled cucumbers and mint. Made by The Pig and The Lady.

For the most part, I’d like to at least update this blog frequently during the month. One easy way to do it is to show you the local foods I indulge in. (I downloaded the WordPress app on my phone so this shouldn’t be too difficult.) Here’s a picture of a grilled flatbread I bought from today’s farmers’ market. Andrew Le and Martha Cheng (@marthacheng) of The Pig and The Lady (@pigandthelady) featured produce from Ho Farms (@hofarms) in Kahuku. I also bought some mandarin oranges from North Shore Produce Lunch Wagon and some roma tomatoes from Wow Farms. In what’s probably my first challenge, I need to wait until pay day before stocking my fridge full of local produce.

I’ll also be posting blogs that are more business related to my employer’s website, HBiz Blog, so plug that into your RSS feeder.

How a bacon lover became a vegetarian

I’ve decided to become a vegetarian. I know what you’re thinking.

“Didn’t this guy bacon wrap a turkey?”

Everything tastes better with bacon.

“Isn’t he obsessed with pork?”

Fried pork skin - those in the know, know it's the best part.

“Hasn’t he suggested leaving bacon grease in a mug in the freezer and using it as an additive to make dishes taste better?”

It's nature's MSG.

“Didn’t he eat that ‘fried chicken breasts as bread’ sandwich from KFC?”

Sure did.

I’ve eaten quite a bit of meat. Growing up Filipino, I went to a lot of parties and ate plates of food that looked like this:

You gotta be pretty carnivorous to eat hot dog-stuffed meatloaf.

I think as a baby I was served chicken wings.

"GRRRR!!! CHICKEN WINGS!!!"

So after 27 years of eating meat, why did I decide to stop now? Some have implied that I’m doing this to impress a girl. Umm, no. When some people have asked me why I became a vegetarian, I’ve said that I was, “Brainwashed by Hare Krishnas,” but such a conclusion would mean that I was brainwashed and became a Hare Krishna. I take back that answer now. Although my time at the farm in Puna was the impetus to adopt this diet, I have been moving in this direction for some time. Also, I think it was an easy one-off sentence to appease curious minds without going too deep on the subject. There is no simple answer. So here are my reasons, ranked by what apparently seems to be the most socially acceptable.

Reason No. 1: My Health

Vegetarians have a lower incidence of heart disease, cancer, diabetes and all sorts of other diseases. My primary concern, however, is gout.

If you don’t know what it is, it’s basically kidney stones that manifest as arthritis. The typical gout attack strikes the joint of the large toe, but it can attack any joint in the body. Not only is the joint stiff, but it’s painful to the touch. How painful? If you had a gout attack on the joint of your big toe, a blanket passing over your toe would be excruciating. Because it has a stigma of only afflicting people who overindulge in rich foods, people think it’s funny. However, a Google Image search for “gout” will show it’s way too painful to be funny.

Gout is caused by a high uric acid level in your blood. Genetics has a lot to do with it, but so does diet. Foods highest in purines are shellfish and intestinal foods like liver and tripe, but purines are found in all meat. The only plant food I’ve seen with a high purine count is spinach. Alcohol – especially beer – also contributes, and dehydration can cause an attack.

I’ve had the gout attacks since before I knew I was having them. While in college, I casually mentioned my arthritic toe to some restaurant coworkers. They said, “You better be careful! You might have gout!” I had already established myself as a human garbage disposal and showed general disregard for my stomach, so it wasn’t a far-fetched idea. (The chefs once served me a pork chop stuffed with smoked ahi, ribeye steak, chorizo and cheese. There were no leftovers.)

I went to the doctor, took a blood test and found the uric acid level in my blood was twice the level it should be. He said he could give me daily medicine, but I was too young to be taking medicine every day. He suggested I lose some weight, and showed me the list of high purine foods. “You’ll pretty much have to be a vegetarian,” he said.

That was five years ago, and I didn’t immediately become a vegetarian, nor did I lose weight. I did have a few attacks after, and I would just go to him and get an “as-needed” drug to combat flare ups.

Last year, I participated in a gout drug study for an easy $400. The lead researcher asked me how often I got gout attacks and what medication I was taking. I told him two to five attacks a year, depending on how gluttonous I was treating myself. He told me the as-needed medication was pretty strong and should be taken only if I had one attack a year. He had a point – the medicine packs a punch, makes me dizzy and nauseous, and irritates the hell out of my bowels. He said I should be on regular medication.

So the question became: Do I change my diet, quit drinking, start taking pills everyday, or all three?

I was leaning towards the magic pills, but during my stay on the farm a few months later I read a lot of vegetarian propaganda/literature. A chapter on gout and uric acid caught my eye. It argued it only affected meat eaters. Could I really relieve my gout attacks if I stopped eating meat? It was worth a try. Giving up beer was not an option.

Reason # 2: Dismay at the current food production system and environmental considerations

If you piece together where your food is coming from – and caring about what you find out – vegetarianism seems like the inevitable conclusion. Growing up, I only thought of food in terms of taste, but once I became conscious of its origins, purchasing food became, as some would say, a political act.

Many have written on the topic in a much more detailed and eloquent manner, so I leave it up to you to read up on it. However, these three books made me reconsider where our food was coming from, where it was going, and how it was getting there. I leave you with some superficial summaries, but check them out at your local library.

- Fast Food Nation by Eric Schlosser. We all know fast food isn’t health food. Clearly, you wouldn’t consider it part of a healthy diet. But that’s not what pissed me off the most about the book. It’s the social ramifications – labor exploitation, unsafe animal environments, suburban sprawl, globalization of food products and monopolizing of the food system from farm to table. And if you haven’t read the book or seen the movie, there’s shit in the meat.

- The Omnivore’s Dilemma by Michael Pollan. (Food, Inc. is a good documentary if you’re not the reading type.) In summary: everything processed has corn and soy in it. So does the meat. The federal government subsidizes it, creating an uneven playing field. This means a few companies have the power, farmers are forced to grow corn and soy or go under, and monocropping is destroying our soil.

- Diet for a Small Planet by Francis Moore Lappe. Although it was written 30 years ago, the same problems exist today. The situation might even be worse. Lappe set out to find out why there was world hunger and how to fix it. Common thought says, to feed a growing population, we need to increase production. However, it’s not a production problem, it’s a distribution problem. There is enough grain to feed everyone on the planet, but much of our grain feeds livestock.

The cover story of this month’s National Geographic is on the world’s population reaching 7 billion. In it, it suggests if everyone went on a vegetarian diet, there would be enough food for everyone. However, with more and more countries adopting an American, meat-centric diet, there won’t be enough to go around.

When people talk about saving energy and the environment, driving a smaller car, limiting the use of plastic and switching to CFL lightbulbs are common actions. The single most effective way to reduce carbon emissions, however, is to stop eating meat.

Another food and energy saving trend is eating local. The locavore campaign has gained traction globally, and it is especially important in Hawaii. For the past five years, I’ve heard estimates of 80 to 90 percent of our food being imported. That hasn’t seemed to change. (Renewable energy, driven by unstable and expensive fossil fuel costs, is moving closer towards its sustainable goal.) A lot of it is an emotional plea. “Save jobs! Save farmland!” Many argue that local produce is more expensive than imported produce and they’d buy it if it was cheaper. How did it get this way? Pre-Western-contact Hawaiians, estimated at 1 million people, produced and sustainably managed their food system. Somehow, today’s residents can’t even get past 10 percent. I’ve been told if there’s a catastrophic event like a hurricane or tsunami, there’s enough food stored in warehouses for three to five weeks. But of what? And for whom?

What kills me is that I’ve seen imported pineapples, mangoes, avocados, even apple bananas. Something is definitely wrong with the system when these fruits, which grow abundantly in Hawaii, are being shipped in for sale. I understand the price is cheaper because of land value, cost of labor and cost of fuel, among other things, but seriously? Producing 100 percent of our own food is probably unattainable and not feasible for trade and commerce considerations, but wouldn’t some benchmarks like 20 percent by 2020, 30 percent by 2030, be reasonable? Increasing local food production will keep agricultural land in agriculture, decrease food’s carbon footprint (a.k.a. travel distance), and lessen food security vulnerability. Theoretically, prices would decrease when supply increases.

Reason #3: Well being of the animals

I didn’t “just realize” that food came from live animals. Far from it. When I was five-years-old, in a moment I think was educational while others might see as traumatizing, I witnessed my first animal slaughter. A friend of the family had gotten a live goat and brought it back to their garage, transporting it in the back of a pickup truck with a camper. He pulled the car in the garage, where all the men and some kids were gathered to watch. This wasn’t being done in the backyard because it’s probably illegal, and it’s hard to keep a dying goat quiet. From what I can recall, someone slit the goat’s throat with a knife. I was told not to stand behind the goat, because it kicked. It took a few minutes to die. Afterwards, they burned the goat’s hair with a torch. From that day on, I rarely ate calding (goat stew). Some people say goat tastes “gamey.” I think it tastes like burnt hair and shit.

A few years later, when I was about 10 years old, we were raising chickens in the backyard. One night, we ate one for dinner. My grandmother, dad, brother and I stood around the kitchen table with a chicken in the middle. My dad and my brother held the chicken, firmly grasping its wings and legs. My grandmother told me to hold a bowl under the chicken’s neck. I had used the bowl before; I had eaten cereal out of it. My grandmother sharpened the knife and asked if everyone was ready. With the blade in her right hand, she smoothly sliced the chicken’s neck from left to right. I held the bowl, trying to catch all the blood from the wriggling fowl. “Hold it higher!” my grandmother said. The bowl was too low and blood dripped all over the table. I held the bowl under the chicken for a few minutes as it lived out its last moments. Three hours later, we ate chicken stew.

In 2009, while in India, the group I was with wanted to see the chickens get slaughtered. There were six in all. The village cook was Christian, but our driver was Muslim. He wanted to eat, too, so he asked the cook if he could slaughter it halal. He wore a handkerchief to cover his head. The cook held the chicken upside down by the legs. The driver closed the chicken’s beaks with his left hand then sliced the chicken’s neck with a knife. The blood dripped into a bucket. (The blood is not supposed to hit the ground.) Once the convulsions had slowed, he dropped the whole body into the bucket and covered it with a lid. He repeated this six times, laying each dying bird on top of the next, all inside the bucket.

The group gasped, and almost everyone left after the first bird died. I stayed for the entire slaughter, cognizant of where my dinner was coming from that night.

None of that, however, really affected me. But what does? CAFOs. We’ve industrialized meat. Sure, we can argue for days about the morality of eating meat, arguing that our ancestors were hunter gatherers and fishermen. (I can argue about our molars and long intestinal track being ill-suited for meat, but most people aren’t buying it.) However, is it necessary to breed cattle, hogs, chickens and other animals, pack them into warehouses, inject them with growth hormones and package them for our food? I hope most would agree that it’s inhumane and immoral, but the current demand creates this type of production. These aren’t cars or iPods we’re dealing with here. These are live animals.

I don’t understand why people make distinctions between animals grown for food and animals used as pets. Is there a difference? Pigs are just as intelligent, if not smarter, than a dog. Just because one was chosen to be companion doesn’t make that animal any more or less alive and conscious than another.

I believe every animal has a right to eke out an existence. Human development has already kicked them out of their natural habitats. Do we really need to sequester them in mass quantities? What other animal does that to another animal?

Lately, I’ve been asking myself: Is this necessary? From the vegetarians and vegans who have come before me and are alive today, clearly, it is not.

I have one request for meat eaters: watch your meat get slaughtered. At least see, know and realize what your lunch or dinner has to go through. If you can, hunt or fish for your food. You’ll either be satisfied with the kill and savor the meal, or become distraught. Your feelings are yours, but at least you’ll know.

At the very least, watch Earthlings.

FAQ

Q. So, how’s that working out for ya?

A. Quite well. Since October, I had some meat on my trip to Arizona, I ate a bite of turkey on Thanksgiving, and I had a little bit of char siu and fish cake in some saimin. Other than that, all clear. I’ve been feeling pretty good, but I felt crappy during the holiday season bake-a-thon. I’ve been weaning myself off  sugar and it’s starting to feel good. The joints are no longer stiff, and the last time I had a gout attack was when I ate meat in Arizona. I haven’t been weighing myself, but I’ve been told I look slimmer. I haven’t bought new clothes yet, so the weight difference is, at the moment, negligible.

Q. What do you eat?

A. Anything that isn’t meat or eggs. I’ve gotten pretty good at making stir fry with tofu, pasta with veggies instead of sausage, black bean/boca burgers, yogurt and granola, salads, hummus, pesto, baba ghanoush, bean and cheese burritos. I eat pizza and french fries when I need something fatty. I learned you can pretty much substitute tofu for any meat product. I am, however, running out of ideas and I understand there’s a world of grains and weird stuff I’ve never tried before (like bulghur and millet), so I’ve enrolled in a macrobiotic class.

Q. Do you ever get cravings for meat?

A. Sometimes, but not nearly as frequent as I thought, and it usually goes away. I had a craving for a Counter Burger, but I got over it. I think it’s like how I feel about In ‘N Out and chicharrones from Los Reyes: I don’t really get the craving anymore, but I know it tastes really good. I get hungry when I see pictures of food or if a plate goes by in a restaurant. I also noticed social media folks really love food.

Q. Will you ever eat meat again?

A. Yes. The situation hasn’t come up yet, but one day I’ll be a guest at someone’s home and they will serve meat. Would I rather be a rude guest and self-righteous animal ambassador, or a grateful and polite guest? I’ll take grateful and pleasant. I’m also planning on traveling to foreign countries, and I don’t think they’ll appreciate someone imposing their views on them. The amount of meat I eat, though, will be minimal. I’d probably get sick at this point.

I am also a foodie at heart. I’ve tried lots of different animals and meat cuts. (The most outlandish being alligator, chicken feet and Rocky Mountain oysters – in fritter form.) There’s not really much for me to explore, except maybe the amphibian and reptile animals, and I’m not all that interested in eating that anyways. I will eat, however, Nene goose pate and manatee.

I do, however, expect to go through all of 2011 abstaining from meat, just to spite the haters. For my lifetime, I thought my meals would split 80 percent vegetarian and 20 percent meat. I think lifetime it’s going to be closer to 99 percent veg and 1 percent meat. Considering it’s been like that over the last 3 months, I don’t think it’s impossible or far-fetched.

I also won’t be picking out ham out of an omelette or pepperoni off a pizza. I’m not going to act like meat is a poison that’s going to kill me. The point is not ordering it and cooking it in the first place.

Q. Isn’t being a vegetarian hard?

A. Yes and no. We  have a lot of choice when it comes to eating. On a restaurant menu, 90 percent of the items will have meat in it. That leaves 10 percent without meat. It’s definitely not impossible.

WWOOFing and chanting on the Big Island

The gang from Puna Aloha Farms, post-cooking demonstration

It’s called a kirtan. I’m on a remote farm in Puna, on the Hilo-side of Hawaii’s Big Island. I’m standing on the second floor of the main house with about 40 other people. The age ranges from infant to senior, but most are in their 20s or 30s. Everyone faces an altar. Above the altar there’s pictures of a blue-skinned deity. Fresh plumerias and a meal with no meat have been offered.

In the middle, a band – acoustic guitar, keyboards, bass, drums and bongos – chants the same verse over and over. “Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna, Krishna Krishna, Hare Hare, Hare Rama, Hare Rama, Rama Rama, Hare Hare.” The crowd responds, chanting the verse back while zealously dancing. The exchange goes on and on, like a song left on repeat.

Standing there, the obvious comes to mind: What the fuck am I doing here?

In order to explain what I was doing there, I’d have to explain how I got there. My employer, aio Group, has a benefit program called “Personal Development.” Once a year, an employee can take up to 5 paid days to go do something that will lead to personal development. Some have taken the time to do something as simple as hiking spots on Oahu or decorating a new home; others have gone to rebuild houses in post-Katrina New Orleans or visit the country of his parents.

Back in January 2009, I went to Molokai to write a story on the island’s current economic condition. I talked to a couple who were running a nursery and they introduced me to two guys clearing branches and leaves. The wife said they were WWOOFers.

WWOOF, which stands for World Wide Opportunities on Organic Farms, is a global network of volunteers and organic farms. The farms offer food and shelter in exchange for volunteers’ labor. It sounded like a great and relatively cheap idea to me, and it would definitely be a change of pace from sitting at my desk all day. I’ve also taken an interest to agriculture and food sustainability in the last few years. The fact that 80 percent or more of Hawaii’s food is imported is ridiculous and terrifying. Working at an actual farm would be a good learning experience.

I joined WWOOF Hawaii earlier this year and was looking for a farm not on Oahu. I had my mind on going to the Big Island because I could meet up with my friend in Puna and check out the lava afterwards.

I became a bit hesitant after reading some of the reviews on the WWOOF site. Some people have been suckered after leaving a deposit, some farmers are just rude and another just had WWOOFers work at a fruit stand. But, by coincidence, I was at a MA`O Organic Farms‘ GIVE Day in June and I met some of the folks at Aloha Farms in Puna. It was obviously the logical thing to do.

I had a few back and forth e-mails, and I was forewarned that there would be lots of chanting and the stay was not primarily focused on organic farming. I said it was fine with me, and really, I was too lazy to look for another farm.

The day I arrived, I was hanging out at the airport waiting to get picked up, so I started writing in my journal. “I’m here with an open mind,” I wrote. Later that evening, after a day filled with two yoga classes, chanting, eating vegetarian food and receiving meditation beads, I wrote, “This is weird, but weird in a good way. A new life experience to add to the list.”

The view wasn't so bad, either.

As the week wore on, I decided to just live in the moment. I did a lot more chanting and I could slowly feel myself becoming less stressed and more calm as the days progressed. Growing up Catholic, it was another way of looking at life and spirituality. And there was no “You’re going to hell!!!” talk.

It was explained, though, that everyone here did not consider themselves Hare Krishna. The chant basically is a meditation by repeatedly saying God’s name. Krishna just happens to be an all-encompassing God. In the room I stayed in, there was a portrait of Jesus teaching his disciples, with Krishna floating in the ether. From a quick crash course in theology, give thanks to Krishna and Krishna will take care of you. Before a meal, offer food to Krishna, but Krishna will not accept a meat offering. To reach Krishna consciousness, one must chant his names and abstain from meat eating.

Aside from the chanting, I did some actual outdoor work. I worked on tomato and cucumber plants in a green house, harvested and planted some dry taro, shoveled gravel and planted some palms. I also did some flooring work for house construction, but evidently I’m not cut out for the construction trade. During off time, we went swimming in the ocean and the improbably high-end Pahoa Community Pool, played a soccer game, took a yoga class, walked to an active lava flow and generally ate a lot of vegetarian food.

Nothing like seeing Pele making new land

The people, however, made the trip. There were other WWOOFers, all from different backgrounds and experiences, but all with an open and tolerant mind. Then there were residents, who started as WWOOFers or guests and just stayed indefinitely. For a group of 20- and 30-somethings sharing bedrooms and bathrooms, it was a pretty civil living environment. Everyone knew what chores needed to be done, didn’t complain and took care of their business. And with that in mind, the hosts were, as they say in Texas, good people.

What impressed me most was everyone’s time given for community service. I was there for 5 1/2 days and group members organized yoga classes, soccer matches and a cooking demonstration. (Yoga is tough shit, by the way.) A visit to the old folks’ home proved most poignant. Armed with an ukulele and a guitar, four of us chanted to the elderly in a care home. I’ve been to a nursing home before and am moved by the frailty of life that we must all face, but that day was different. We chanted, and some responses were good positive, and others, well, I wouldn’t know what to call it. To see people give up their time to entertain these people who may not even be paying attention takes a lot of courage and compassion.

Back at the kirtan, when the chant was all over, everyone shared a delicious vegetarian meal prepared by a professional chef. After dinner, the host of the house read from the Bhagavad Gita and gave a bit of a sermon. He said that each person in that room will go on their separate way, and what he or she does is her own business. “But you all have some connection to Krishna,” he said. “That’s why you’re here.”