Friday, March 11, 2016

Locally Laid - A Horror-Tragi-Comedy Love Story that Teaches ...


Never before have a I read a non-fiction book that made me laugh, cry, and squirm so much, while still leaving me feeling like I had been through an intense learning experience.


Locally LaidLocally laid is an entertaining read. As most of the blurbs explain, it covers the story of how Lucie and her husband Jason, neither with much farming experience, decided to tackle building a sustainable egg business in, of all places, northern Minnesota. Lucie’s description of the decision making process and the trials and tribulations of setting up the farm are laugh-out-loud funny at times. There are also moments of horror and sadness – a tragicomedy if there ever was one. Despite seemingly having legitimate reasons for frustration, anger, and despair, Lucie never comes across as patronizing or even self-congratulatory at their eventual (somewhat) success. I never detected much self-pity in the story and Lucie’s always positive, bubbly personality comes through well in her writing. It is clear that the family’s love and passion allowed them to pull off this incredible feat through some difficult and even terrifying times. Lucie and her husband’s skill sets also appear to be a match made in heaven – Jason as the wonkinsh, competitive, hardworking dreamer and Lucie as the talented writer and social-media savvy marketing chick. But Lucie’s story of dealing with what initially seems like an insane idea is always believable. As a city slicker, I found myself completely able to understand, appreciate, and relate with her reactions to the regular challenges posed in the launching of the business.

And through all the humor and pathos, the book provides some interesting and eye-opening facts about locally sourced food. I, for one, had always excused mega-scale, specialized producers of food as necessary to feed a burgeoning world population. I admittedly dismissed some of the efforts at organic, small-scale, locally farmed food as the privilege of the wealthy who could afford to pay for more expensive food and look down their noses at the poor who were forced to eat unhealthy, processed foods because they were cheap. The book explains the high cost of cheap food on a societal level. Not only are the mega-farm systems apparently not particularly efficient, but their processes are not very sustainable in the longer run. Perhaps, also, the very system that keeps food prices low is also exactly what is keeping the people poor and unable to afford the luxury of locally-sourced food from mid-sized farms. Stronger local economies may actually reduce the need for ultra-cheap food while also lowering the risk of rising food prices once agricultural resources are exhausted from over-exploitation.

Besides being an exceptionally entertaining and educational read for locavores, the book should be required reading for any aspiring entrepreneur. It vividly communicates a fact that is well known to most entrepreneurs and academics studying entrepreneurship – that starting up and running a business is hard. It takes a physical and psychological fortitude that not everyone can stomach. If the book gives one aspiring entrepreneur a more realistic view of creating a company from scratch (yes, I had to throw at least one weak pun in there), it would have achieved an important goal. Building a business is often viewed by the naïve as a get-rich-quick scheme where you control your own time and are lord and master of your domain. In reality, most businesses depend not only on the pluck, determination, (and sometimes foolishness) of the entrepreneur, but the support of a vast network of friends and well-wishers – something amply demonstrated in this book.

Ultimately, what touched me most was that the book reads as a love story. It shows Lucie’s love of community, a better world, family, and most importantly her husband Jason. The couple deal with uncertainty, exhaustion, and family emergencies with an unfailing spirit that would have broken many people and most marriages. But somehow, even at the depths of despair and hurt, you always know they are there for each other. The book is clearly a touching love story and parts of it will fill your eyes with happy tears.


As a person who has lived in Duluth for over twenty years now, I like to think of Lucie as a Duluthian now. Her love of the community is evident in the book and we have readily embraced her and the business. Having now read her book, I can confidently say, local chicks are better.

Buy it here.

Friday, January 29, 2016

Prof. R. Srinivasan (Part 5)

Please see Part 1Part 2, Part 3, and Part 4of this profile of my great-grandfather.



PART 5
Prof. R. Srinivasan
(1887-1975)
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Patron & Promoter of Music
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Father was a well-known musicologist also. He served as the examiner for the music college in Tiruvanantapuram. Later, after moving to Madras, he was, consecutively for seven years, the Chairman of the Board of Examiners of the Central Music College (now the Government College of Music) when Musiri was its Principal. The likes of Chembai, Semmangudi and Budalur Krishnamurthy Sastry were members of the Board. They all had great faith in and respect for Father's knowledge. Chambai used to say that nothing further could be said after "Professorval" had given his opinion. In fact, the great musicians had respect for his opinions, and hardly anyone would oppose his views.

Father was a writer too. He regularly wrote articles for Tamil and English magazines. His articles for the Bhavan's Journal were later compiled and published as a book titled The Facets of Indian Culture.

Father has written a book on kathakalakshepam, in English. He collected a set of his own bhajans, as well as traditional bhajans, and this was published as a book by the Salem Theosophical Lodge. He wrote stories and articles on kavadi chindu, pop music, etc. for Tamil magazines like Kaveri, whoch was published in Kumbakonam, and also Kumudam.

Father was a composer too. He composed many songs in Tamil and Sanskrit. In those days, a composer would compose the lyrics, music, tala, everything. Not like today where the lyric is written by someone and the music composed by another, and so on.

I have published 51 of Father's compositions, with notation, as a book. This book was released in 1954 at Kalakshetra in Adyar by Musiri Subrahmania Iyer. Father was particular that the function be held where people of music were present, and rejected the suggestion by some friends that politicians should be invited. Tiger Varadachariar, Mysore Vasudevachar, and Buldur Krishnamurthy Sastrigal were some of the stalwarts who attended the function. That evening, I sang some of Father's compositions for an hour, with Varahur Muthuswamy Iyer (violin) and Karaikudi Muthu Iyer (mridanga) as accompanists. These two used to accmompany me in many of my concerts in Madras. The function was a big success. Rukmini Devi, whom father had known for long, was also present. Father also served as Director of Kalakshetra for one or two years.

Unfinished post - I found this "unpublished post" in 2022. I'll try and see if I can finish it one of these days.