Archive for August, 2010

Wigg Partier Waxes on Living in SF

August 17th, 2010

It has been a little while since we posted something on here. One of the challenges of writing a blog is coming up with high quality material on the reg. One way around this is to just make a habit of posting a bunch of nonsensical drivel about pigeons eating pizza or stupid street art like some neighborhood blogs (*cough* Mission Mission *cough*). However, we like to keep our work meaningful. Sometimes we even produce meaningful pieces for other sites, because we like to spread the love like that. And just because it’s on another site doesn’t mean it can’t be shared with our loving growing community.

A little while back I wrote a piece for an art project called i live here: SF. The concept is pretty fantastic: Julie Michelle is a photographer who wants to chronicle the stories of people living in this city from their perspective. People write their story, Julie takes some awesome photos and everybody wins. So without further ado, here is the piece that I wrote.

Holding Court

Like everyone else, I was destined to end up in San Francisco. Sure, the same is true for all people in all places at all times – that’s just the nature of reality. But only the people of San Francisco are readily aware of this particular grace, and, what’s more, are willing to lengthily explain to you how it was pre-ordained in their astrological birth chart.

I guess you could say it was in the stars for me; while my college professors (and mother) implored me to consider a more traditional graduate program in philosophy or religion, I never once considered applying to anything besides the Philosophy, Cosmology and Consciousness program at the California Institute of Integral Studies. The plan: pit stop in San Francisco for a couple of years to grab a masters degree and then off to some fancy institution to study neuroscience, solve the mind/body problem (hint: the problem is the solution), and collect my Nobel prize. However, my new school quickly altered my perspective, not just on my life’s path, but on my new city as well. Continue Reading.

Fresh Produce Free-For-All (or How We Got 1000 lbs of Free Food Simply by Asking)

August 2nd, 2010

It’s a funny place this world we live in. On the one hand, we have over one billion people who go hungry every single day all over the world – from the refugee camps in Sub-Sahara Africa to the people who sleep on the sidewalks abutting our million dollar homes right here in San Francisco. And yet, on the other hand, through a new program between the Wigg Party and Hayes Valley Farm, we’ve discovered that simply by going around and asking for whatever the farmers don’t want at the end of the Farmers’ Markets, we can divert thousands of pounds of fresh, (sometimes) organic, and (always) delicious food away from the waste stream and onto the plates of smiling, grateful, and gracious people.

The only thing more staggering than the feeling of gratitude and awe that I felt as I was collecting boxes upon boxes of tomatoes, peaches, bell peppers, eggplant, and other fresh delicious food for the first week of the Fresh Produce Free-For-All, was the realization that all of this food that we were so happy to receive would have gone into our landfills or back into compost piles if we hadn’t shown up and asked for it.

First Load: Just Getting Started

Now, it’s not as if I’d never thought about how much food gets wasted before; I’ve heard the statistic that nearly 50% of food grown in the United States goes to waste, enough to feed 200 million adults every day. Nor was the concept of gleaning from the Farmers’ Markets foreign to me; Tree from the Mission’s Free Farm Stand has been doing it for years, not to mention Food Not Bombs, traditional Food Banks, and the legendary Diggers who gave away free food in the Panhandle every single day from 1966-68 (although the Diggers were often known to steal their food). But there was just something about » Read more: Fresh Produce Free-For-All (or How We Got 1000 lbs of Free Food Simply by Asking)