Written by Kitt Healy on Tuesday, July 14, 2015 at 2:15 PM
It is the second day of the Agroecological Imagination conference in Madison, WI, and the chilled indoor air is vibrant with conversation. Fifty researchers, students and practitioners of Agroecology, many of whom have traveled from France, are gathered to explore the “what” and “why” of their discipline. It is an unconventional conference; inspiration and idealism have as much currency here as data and proof. At big round tables, participants are sharing big questions, coffee, and plans for the future. In a quiet moment, so that all gathered can hear, someone asks the biggest question of all, the one we think we should have answered by now, the one some of us would rather avoid:
Written by Kitt Healy on Monday, June 01, 2015 at 2:15 PM
Give a Madison chef a perfectly round bright red tomato, and she’ll thank you politely. Give her a misshapen bright orange tomato, or a giant yellow one streaked with red, or one that’s the size of a ping pong ball and almost completely black, and you’ll see her eyes widen with excitement. At this point, you should probably prepare to be hugged. And then robbed of your remaining tomatoes.