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Why bother with community engagement, anyway?

April 11, 2010 – 9:43 pm

In the past couple of weeks I have been confronted by many aspects of the community engagement debate. Angry residents questioning my integrity as I try to help them with a local environmental problem I’d say qualifies as a “wicked problem” in their neighbourhood.

Then I experience my own neighbours resisting the changes that dual occupancy (or accessory units) might bring to their subdivision of half-acre lots.

And then, finally, a wealthy developer with a large site asking why we needed to bother with community engagement at all — when there are (apparently) no activists or “greenies” in this (a large country town) community and there are no frogs or anything that could be considered endangered.

Or that anyone would get in a lather about or go to the press about…

In a (somewhat) small voice I was muttering to myself about an “engaged citizenry” being a value in its own right.

Who would do community engagement for a living?

I would.

I keep at it, trying to help where I can, accepting that to some I am a “mercenary”, or the hired gun of the developers who are paving over paradise.

And to others, I am a hopeless, naive optimist who does not understand the “bottom line”.

All these personae.

The same me.

The best part of this very challenging period was an unexpected phone call last night from an old friend — a prominent developer — encouraging me and bolstering my spirits. We’ve been friends for nearly thirty years. He had the same thing to say about his profession, recounting a conversation over lunch last week with a fellow developer: who could be a developer?

Vale Arne Naess

Last year we mourned the death of the great Norwegian environmental philosopher, Arne Naess, father of Deep Ecology and the first Chairman of Greenpeace Norway when it was founded in 1988.

See: http://www.guardian.co.uk/environment/2009/jan/15/obituary-arne-naess

I was blessed to have heard him speak on two occasions: once in Melbourne and once in Killarney, Ireland.

The frontier is long

Naess, who was 96 when he died in January, 2009, reminded us that “the frontier is long”.

The community engagement frontier is long, too. There’s a place for all of us working for reform and seeking to empower communities.

Naess’s birthday was the day before mine. He was my hero.

I want to be working for reform when I am 96, too.

I may not have the wealth of the greedy developer with his cynical and opportunistic views of community engagement.

Hopefully, my ethical self will be alive.

And hopefully, I will still be having provocative weeks like the last few — to remind me what my life is for.

And why, like Arne, I am here on Earth!

By Wendy | Posted in Community engagement | Comments (0)

The original dream for Jarlanbah Permaculture Hamlet

April 5, 2010 – 3:07 pm

I’m mining the archive!

Jarlanbah Permaculture Hamlet from Shirley's house, 1993

Here’s a photo of the Jarlanbah Permaculture Hamlet from Shirley’s place (lot 6) in late 1993. An exhausted dairy farm being transformed into a Permaculture Hamlet.

Shirley has been explaining to me how the process worked. That heady mix of dreaming and practical realities.

She’s been explaining what her intentions were, coming here alone as a widow in her early sixties. She was dreaming of community. And support. A place to put down roots and live into her older years. Her own, ecological, architect-designed house.

A place where she (a distinguished fine artist with works already in the National Gallery) could paint and create in peace — embraced and supported by Nature’s beauty and bounty.

Embraced and supported by a community of like-minded people caring for Nature and for each other.

What exciting days those were!

The dream was so inviting; the vision so bright; the intentions so clear.

Promotional material for Jarlanbah Permaculture Hamlet

Here’s the Jarlanbah Permaculture Hamlet insert in the Northern Star for late March 1994:

Star Focus on Jarlanbah March 1994

This is the vision we need to revisit.

How can we update the vision and re-align with our current version?

How can we move forward in harmony, cooperation and peace?

I look forward to your comments.

All ideas are welcomed. Contrary views are welcomed and and invited.

Well, children, where there is so much racket there must be something out of kilter…. Obliged to you for hearin’ me….

(re)visioning Jarlanbah Permaculture Hamlet

April 3, 2010 – 9:44 am

It’s Easter weekend: a time for reflection on renewal, blessings and hope.

I am awash with fresh insights following a fascinating community mediation about the dual occupancy (accessory dwelling unit) issue on this community.

On this page — and soon in a dedicated website, I will chronicle my thoughts about community engagement and community development.

Bullying at Jarlanbah

I tried to become involved in this community four years ago. I offered some advice on how community meetings might be conducted. A few simple meeting protocol points based on research and years of experience. I was told it was “draconian”; that it was not necessary. Exhausted from the move to the bush from the city, I could not handle a concerted bullying attack from a long-term resident who ridiculed my simple offering. I cried for three days and resolved never to try that again. I can be paid to give my advice, I reasoned, in late 2005.

I’m an unlikely target for a bully but this one was an experienced professional. She’d had success with scores of others.

For advice, see:

Notes on Bullying

Bullying at Jarlanbah

For the full article on “Leaving Utopia”, click here: Leaving Utopia – MARY GARDEN

There’s great new research on bullying which is encouraging. The Shared Concern Method holds great promise. But this requires people not to be passive bystanders but to stand up against bullies. I’d love to see more of this in this community.

Bullying comes in many forms on our community. One elderly neighbour moved away because she was simply terrified of abuse and felt that she could not speak out without being shouted down. One particular incident forced her to move: just plain bullying.

Others (wise, experienced community activists with great community development credentials) left because their views were always ignored. “Expertise” (I have learned) is rarely appreciated here.

Sometimes more vulnerable or hesitant Jarlanbah residents are accosted in the street of the Nimbin village and berated about the activities of other residents. My tardiness in building our composting toilet has repeatedly been a topic of abuse from one resident to another without my even being present!

The Jarlanbah blackboard

And then there is the infamous Jarlanbah blackboard. A sweet idea, you’d think. For neighbours to advertise the Easter Egg Hunt or share good news. But for those of us who would like a small income stream from our property or who work at or from home (quite a few, actually, consultants, artists, chefs, gardeners, equipment repair people, authors, musicians…), a comment which appeared yesterday on the blackboard is a challenge (see below).

Many of the guiding principles of sustainability focus on working from home, the work-life balance, reducing automobile dependence… It was part of the founding charter of this community, for Pete’s sake…

A neighbour photographed it with a mobile phone and promptly erased it.

The Jarlanbah blackboard, yesterday…

Anyway, bullying will not be a problem for me any more.

Things are different now. We’re settled in, the toilet is built, the deck is a daily marvel and my three books have been birthed and are now for sale.

Even though there’s still lots of bullying around, I realise that I can no longer turn my back on the goings-on in my own immediate community and focus only on other communities.

There is much to learn from this small eco-village and much that needs to change.

The Jarlanbah archives

With the help of my elderly artist neighbour, Shirley, a founding resident, I have been exploring the Jarlanbah archives from the early 1990s.

What a tale they have to tell us!

Robyn Francis

The birth of this community in 1993 was accompanied by deep reflection and much dreaming, bearing in mind the state of the Earth and a deep desire to care for Nature in all her wondrous beauty. The developer was completely aligned with these ambitious social and environmental objectives. The designer, eminent Permaculture educator and designer, Robyn Francis, keeps in regular contact with many of us and recently has been helping us understand the deeper intent of our founding principles with respect to intergenerational equity, density, community infrastructure, inclusion and sustainability.

She’s reminded us of the strong focus on inclusion in the founding documents. Given that today there’s a lot of exclusionary thinking about in the world, it’s a salutary reminder!

Those of us who live on Jarlanbah are blessed to have Robyn as a neighbour. Awarded NSW Rural Woman of the Year a few years ago, she’s a Permaculture designer and educator of international eminence.

For Robyn’s award-winning teaching, education, training and design work, see:

www.permaculture.com.au

and

http://www.abc.net.au/rn/utopias/dream_machine/docos/jarlanbah.htm

How I wish I could have been part of that early planning process!

The far-thinking developer, John Hunter, his planners and designers (and then the first residents) spent long hours exploring alternatives for the social and physical design of this place. It was a dream that was both far-looking and practical; resilient and able to be modified.

We’ve lost our way…

For reasons that I will explore in this blog and in the new website, I believe that we’ve seriously lost our way here in the Jarlanbah Permaculture Hamlet.

But I am confident that it’s not too late to bring the original vision up-to-date, realign with it and and move forward in cooperation, self-reliance and harmony.

I’ve pasted in below the poster that used to be on our sign at the front gate: the original dream. The sign went missing but the dream is still alive in the hearts and minds of many early Jarlanbah Hamleteers. And the newbies are now learning what our founding mothers and fathers had in mind.

The details of the dream are spelled out in a detailed Management Statement and fascinating early newsletters, which I will also post for people to read.

We need to understand our history here.

I need to understand it!

Blessings on you all this Easter weekend! May we all live in peace, cooperation and harmony.

The promise, if not (yet) the reality…

By Wendy | Posted in Posts from the bush, The Jarlanbah Page | Comments (4)

Trouble in Paradise: Dual Occupancy at Jarlanbah

March 15, 2010 – 9:59 pm

Trouble in Paradise

Tomorrow evening my neighbours are meeting to decide whether or not to try to ban dual occupancy (commonly called accessory dwelling units: http://www.mass.gov/envir/smart_growth_toolkit/pages/mod-adu.html ) in this eco-village of 43 dwellings on 22 hectares.

The whole process has me mightily confused.

Imagine the contradictions

Imagine the contradictions. Here we are living on half an acre in a Permaculture community committed to self-sufficiency and sustainability principles.

We live in a low-income community (Nimbin, population 350) with a desperate shortage of housing, especially for lower income residents. And most of us do not grow much food – if any – on our properties. I think every lot has at least one car. We’re highly automobile-dependent and we’re certainly not secure in terms of food production.

Designed by Robyn Francis

But we’re trying. The Jarlanbah community, designed by formidable Permaculture designer, Robyn Francis, who lives down the road at the Djanbung Gardens Permaculture Education Centre (see: http://www.earthwise.org.au/), was established in 1993 and the first residents moved in in 1994. We’ve been here since 2001, actually living here since early 2006.

Now many of us are ageing and looking for opportunities to age in place and to have the possibility of a caregiver living on our house block.

Or to have an income stream from renting a small dwelling on our land.

Recently, the Jarlanbah Review Sub-committee rejected a proposal by one of our neighbours for a dual occupancy arrangement on his block. In North America, this is generally called an “accessory dwelling unit”.

His house is very stylish and modern in its design and I wondered what role “aesthetics” played in the decision.

Arguments in favour of dual occupancy

In any case, this case, which is likely to go to a formal mediation session, has caused a huge amount of discussion in our community. Some of us, citing global sustainability principles, Peak Oil, automobile dependence and the needs of an ageing, rural population, want to be able to have two dwellings on a lot. We can’t see how this would differ – in planning terms — from, say, a house with four or more bedrooms for a large family or shared household. We don’t see that the impacts on our road infrastructure would be that dramatic.

Not everyone would want to have another dwelling on their lot (perhaps half might – eventually) and those who did could pay extra to reflect the wear and tear that another vehicle might cause (assuming that vehicles would not be shared).

“It will open the floodgates”

But not all residents feel this way. Others are afraid that having a few more dwellings will open the floodgates. “It’ll turn Jarlanbah into a slum and a ghetto,” remarked one of the long-term residents, while another claimed that she did not move to Nimbin “to live in cluster housing.” “This is not inner city Redfern,” claimed another.

NIMBY and BANANA

As a Jarlanbah resident who has spent a whole career (since 1967) working in housing and planning, I am curious to understand what this really means.

Where would these road-wrecking new slum-dwellers come from?

How could a ghetto emerge as a result of density increase?

I can’t help but think of NIMBY (Not In My Back Yard) or better still, BANANA (Build Absolutely Nothing Anywhere Near Anything (or Anyone).

Nevertheless, this small village community on 43 lots is about to embark on an open, democratic, community discussion on this matter. In the Jarlanbah community centre, subject of an equally acrimonious debate that featured bullying and recrimination, broke hearts, shattered trust, offended aesthetic sensibilities and still rankles…

The Jarlanbah Community Centre

Watch this space!

Wednesay morning update:

Shocking meeting with no facilitation process to help us.

People jumping up and threatening, screaming and swearing at each other, unable to be controlled by the Chair.

I’m now branded as a consultant who’s the same as a dot-com operator — in the pay of the developers, plotting the extinction of all the wallabies, echnidnas and antechinus.

Pretty soon we will have blocks of flats at the bottom of the gully!

More soon!

Wednesday, after the mediation session

This matter has been taken to a formal mediation session through the State Department of Fair Trading. As a trained mediator myself, I know that what goes on inside the room stays inside the room.

I will post my later thoughts on dual occupancy policy in this blog but for now, I cannot report on the latest events at Jarlanbah.

Except to say that we had a lovely pancake breakfast this morning (responding to advice from American planning theorist, John Forester, that we spend more time together socially and eating together). So this morning before the mediation, I served pancakes for breakfast in the community centre (after Shirley and I scrubbed it within an inch of its life last night).

And tonight it’s pizza on our deck.

It’s raining softly in Paradise this afternoon. It’s very peaceful.

After a four-hour+ mediation, the local residents have gone home to their families and their gardens.

I hear Gaia, the living Earth, breathe a sigh of relief.

Is she thinking: Hopefully, those pesky humans will relax and simply love what they love.

By Wendy | Posted in Posts from the bush | Comments (4)

The blessings of a composting toilet

March 11, 2010 – 6:51 pm

After four years living on our half-acre block and over eight years in total including time visiting on weekends, we have a toilet. We christened it a few weeks ago with great delight and considerable relief (pun not intended).

Neighbours and friends wonder why this basic amenity has taken so long.

I sometimes wonder, too.

But with the wettest two years since European settlement delaying construction of our large roof, we had to work quickly on other projects when we finally did get the roof on.

That required several alterations (dismantling, cutting and re-welding) to the massive box gutter which was splashing all over the interior house timbers.

Now it’s all working.

We have a roof and insulated exterior walls and a box gutter that handles great floods of water.

So we could finally turn out minds – and our resources – to the toilet.

A Farallones Institute Composting Privy
I was surprised to find out what the design for a composting toilet which the local Council approves was first published by the world-famous Farallones Insitute in Berkeley, California in 1976. I was living in Berkeley in the late seventies and much admired the Farallones Institute and the Integral Urban House (see: www.newsociety.com/bookid/4032).

The Farallones Institute was an independent association of scientists, designers, horticulturists and technicians which served for several decades as a pioneering centre for teaching and research in appropriate technology and sustainable design. Integrating architecture, agriculture, waste recycling, water conservation, and renewable energy, the Institute has been widely recognized as a model for ecological design. The Farallones’ resource conserving systems, solar dwellings, and organic gardens have been used extensively as a teaching tool.

That famous place. And now I was about to have one of their two-chamber composting toilets.

The toilet turned out to be much more work that I expected (though I did not build it.) Because it does not get direct sunlight, it has two chambers. After six or nine months, one is decommissioned and the other one is used for a similar period of time. The compost is put on the fruit trees.

Seems fine to me, though having two separate toilets in the bathroom is a rather quaint touch. We did not have toilets like that in North Vancouver.

So now we do not have to trudge 50 metres in the rain down to the community toilet. That was sometimes challenging when we were sick, it was raining heavily or the grass on the slope to the community building had not been cut. More than once I’ve slid down the hill to the community toilet on my bottom.

Gratitude to the Jarlanbah community and goodbye community toilet

Karl’s so happy not to have (in his words) to “push s**t uphill” any longer, as it was his job to clean out the community toilet while we (and many others) were using it. He had to haul the compost in a wheelbarrow up the hill 50 metres to bury it on our lot. That was a hard job, which he did uncomplainingly. But as he says, it’s good to know that it’s your stuff if you’re carting it. He has great tales about what he found buried in the Jarlanbah community composting toilet! And it certainly wasn’t “our stuff”!

Farewell to the Jarlanbah community toilet

Toilet Heaven
But now, rain or shine, we are in “toilet heaven”.

The kitchen is next.

Then we can benefit from Karl’s bountiful kitchen garden, currently fallow, but ready for reviving once he has a break from the seemingly endless task of house building. (I know he’d gladly give up the ladder and welder for a spade and trowel!)

We’ve been at this house-building job for three years now. And now that my three books are published, I have more time to help.

We’re hoping to christen our new home before the end of this year. In the meantime, when we think of people who are so much less fortunate than we are, we’re reminded that we’re blessed with two huge tanks full of water, a cozy, dry place to sleep and a spacious deck for entertaining.

The world ice hockey champions
On which deck, to the great delight of our dear Canadian friend, Marnee and her Irish (but pro-Canadian) husband Ollie, we watched the Olympic television coverage last month for sixteen exhausting nights. A passionate, newly demonstrative nationalistic Canada reminded us that Canadians are (and must always be) the world ice hockey champions!

Right on!

Eh?

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A Bow of Gratitude to Bang the Table

March 5, 2010 – 5:36 pm

You may have been reading about the Australian community engagement firm, Bang the Table, recently caught up in one of those sorts of political issues that characterise community high-profile engagement – at least in some Australian states. I have been concerned that the “baby might be thrown out with the bathwater” in this case and that people considering community engagement processes for their organisation might turn away from on-line presences and the many potential benefits of social networking.

Last December, I attended a one-day training workshop about “Planning to Engage Your Community Online” conducted by the Australian firm, Bang the Table.

See: http://corporate.bangthetable.com/upload/filename/116/PDF-Brisbane.pdf

One Sleep ’til the Windows Arrive: The joys of owner building

August 2, 2009 – 9:52 pm

: The Guest Bedroom

We’ve been living in our shed for three and a half years. House under construction for two and a half…

And on Friday the windows arrived for the guest bedroom in our house-under-construction project. It has walls, doors, a roof, a floor and almost windows.

Tomorrow morning at 9 am Ken is coming to help Karl install them.

I’ve been reflecting about how much this means to me. It’s so marvellous here these sparking winter days. It’s absolutely freezing at night as we huddle around a fire on the deck in our Mexican chiminea. Then it’s up to 30 during the day.

Many blessings

I’m blessed to be living in a rural paradise, awakened by the raucous laughter of a dozen kookaburras in a nearby tree. Spending late winter afternoons watching a family of five wallabies relaxing and eating the new grass shoots on the lawn.

I WANT TO SHARE THIS. But it’s not much of an offering to urban people who have baths and toilets and kitchens when I say I can offer a tent or a rat-infested shed. A wash under the hose.

A lovely prospect

But the prospect of putting a bouquet of fresh flowers in a vase in the guest bedroom, hanging ironed curtains on the new screened louvered windows, setting out a few good books on the bedside table, a candle, incense… that is such a delightful imagining. It brings a great yearning to my heart. Many dear friends have visited us in our chaotic circumstances. We’ve trudged them around the muddy building site, stumbling over piles of timber and peering into unfinished rooms, gesturing where rooms could be, how the roof could go…

“I couldn’t live like this.”

One, appalled, could only say, “I couldn’t live like this.” Others have hugged us and offered all means of encouragement. Very great encouragement. Everyone marvels at the beauty of the place.

Tonight I was sharing my enthusiasm for the guest bedroom by phone with Leonie, twelve thousand miles away. Maybe she’ll come to visit after Christmas. We might have the box gutter sorted out by then. I reassured her that her room is rat- and python-proof, fully mossie-proof. It has a great view of the escarpment. Great ventilation. A private verandah. It’s very quiet. We even plan to have key locks on the guest bedroom doors so that guests can leave valuables and not be worried by our relaxed rural attitude to security.

So, one more sleep to an almost-ready guest bedroom. One more step toward the hospitality I dream of.

Feels like Christmas Eve.

Sad postscript the next day: The windows were too big for the spaces. It was the Builders Picinc Day in NSW (a holiday I had not heard of!) so could not sort it out.

Much disappointment. (Watch this space…)

A day later: Ordered new windows. We’d apparently violated some window-measuring protocol. Supposed to call it “make size” to include the window reveals (whatever that means…) Our fault. But they fit in the living room. Still, it’s not the same.

Ken did a great job of brushcutting instead…

Sept. 7th, 2009: The windows are in. At last! It’s gorgeous. It’s ready for guests. Cosy and homey. Not exactly “finished” but filled with love.

March 2010: The exterior walls are insulated and clad, two new windows added above the original ones, an internal screen door to allow for more cross-ventilation and we’ve had our first proper guest. Now that we can offer the convenience of a beautiful composting toilet next door, it’s even more inviting.

Come to visit!

The Guest Bedroom March 2010

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Natural Disasters and Banks: A Tale of Two Australian Banks

July 25, 2009 – 2:19 am

While we have not been as badly hit as many flooded communities in Queensland and New South Wales in recent weeks, things have been messy here. Roof iron blew off the shed roof, the python got in, as well as rats and mice. And many things were damaged. Paper did particularly poorly.

Up a ladder and too tired to pay the account

So imagine me on the day that a credit card account was due for payment trying to convince Karl – up a ladder for hours mending the roof – to pay it online as only he knows how. Understandably, he chose bed after an exhausting day and the account was late.

In the morning – at 9 am – he paid it. I then rang the bank to ask for a remission of the late fee. I proudly answered all the identification questions: my childhood pet, great aunt’s maiden name, Karl’s favourite brand of German sauerkraut… Anne, from Tasmania, seemed sensible enough.

Then came the question I could not answer: what recent charges have you made on this card? The earlier statements were with my bookkeeper, who lives in a local community whose road access was flooded out by what the locals came to call “the chasm”.

Airlifted tofu

(As a side note, it was humorous to hear that all the tofu in Lismore was bought up by the emergency services and airlifted by helicopter to the cut-off alternative community members!)

Anyway, I could not remember my purchases. It never occurred to me that they would be, of course, on the statement I was ringing about. Anne didn’t think of that either.

The upshot was that I was deemed not to be me and therefore had my credit card access cancelled.

“I AM me! Truly, I am. Ask me anything else? Ring me back on any of the numbers you have on file,” I cried, then remembering that the floods had cut the home line.

“Ring me back. Email me! Anything! I’m in a tiny village. Don’t make me go into that terrible bank again with those appalling people who send me away, telling me I have to make an appointment to collect my credit card. I have sworn never to go into that bank. Never.”

On my desk is the morning paper with their latest advertisement: “We’re for… [all good, sensible, community and local things].” I’m encouraged to believe that they are the bank I can bank on. They are for me. Hah!

Deep carpet sobbing

I am crying now. Deep carpet sobbing.

I ask to speak to her supervisor.

The supervisor, also from Tasmania, takes the same hard line. She does not say my name because, of course, I am not me.

I am not me

I am not me. I have to drive 75 kms. round trip to Lismore. I have been cut off.

I explained again, sobbing, that I was me, that the account was paid, that all I wanted was a little compassion (the neighbouring community got helicopter loads of tofu, for God’s sake!).

I closed the account and moved things to another bank .

Which bank?

(Which bank? That bank!)

There a compassionate and generous officer sorted out my affairs and made me and Karl cups of tea.

Complaint addressed

In the end, someone from “complaints” rang from the first bank and apologised.

But when I asked here whether State Government policies on natural disasters had any impact on how banks operate, the woman said she did not know. She thought probably yes.

Disasters come in many forms. For us, blessedly spared, this one just brought us a lot of mess and the loss of some treasured mementoes.

And a new bank. With real people.

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Chocolate Chip Cookies

July 24, 2009 – 2:26 am

I was visiting a city friend recently.

We have no oven in our shed in the bush, so the sight of someone preparing to bake was deeply satisfying.

“What are you baking?” I asked Bill, as he patted the lumpy, brown blobs. Knowing he was a vegetarian, I was prepared for lentil burgers.

“Chocolate chip cookies,” he replied, hand-shaping the blobs on the baking sheet.

“Those aren’t chocolate chip cookies”

“Those aren’t chocolate chip cookies, Bill,” I offered. “Where I come from, we never make them that way.”

‘I’ve done my research and this is how they were originally made,’ he retorted, slamming the oven door.

I explained what a cookie was. He said he knew all about cookies.

“Bill,” I implored, “if we were talking about chapattis, you’d be interested in my opinion. It’d be ethnic food and you’d be fascinated if I explained the tricks of making them ‘properly’, authentically. I am sure of that. You’d be so respectful of me as a migrant, with my distinctive culture and cuisine. It’s because they’re American and I’m Canadian that you figure they are not important to me.”

He kept his back to me, intent on his dishwashing.

North Americans are not really ‘migrants’ in this country

Retreating to my room, I remembered what I’d known for decades. North Americans are not really ‘migrants’ in this country. I was about to celebrate 40 years of living in Australia. That very week. Forty years!

I could imagine what Bill was thinking: chocolate chip cookies are just part of a global market conspiracy. They are not any one culture’s food. They are certainly not anyone’s ‘cuisine’. A ‘generic’ thing that you make. Or make from a packet. Or buy in a shop.

I remembered learning to bake Toll House cookies as a child, in home economics. I sort of didn’t have a mother (least not one who could cook), so I had to learn to cook at school.They were ‘invented’ in the 1930s by an American cook and the idea took off like a rocket.

Hamilton Junior High School

I learned how to prepare them properly, in the home ec. lab at school, wearing the starched apron I’d made in sewing class. That was in the 1950s at Hamilton Junior High School.

For soft drop copies, all ingredients had to be at room temperature; cream the butter and sugar. Add the sifted dry ingredients. Drop from a spoon using another spoon to guide the dough onto the cookie sheet. Cook only till chewy.

Never crisp

Never crisp.

Before the cookie fiasco, Bill and I were discussing my research into cultural diversity.

Blessedly, the cooking goddess delivered me from any further relationship with the mounds.

Bill rushed out to his yoga class and forgot to turn off the oven.

The charred black mounds went into the compost.

And I took a trip into the city for some Mrs. Fields.

After we finish the roof and get the floors down, and build a toilet and get a shower happening… then I will have a kitchen and an oven.

It’s been 3 1/2 years since we had those luxuries.

And the first thing to come out of that oven will be my old favourites.

Here’s the original Toll House recipe: http://www.verybestbaking.com/recipes/detail.aspx?ID=18476

What They Should Look Like

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Evaluation: Must the Messenger Always Be Shot?

July 22, 2009 – 2:39 am

A few months ago, I was lucky enough to have to write a short piece on evaluation for a consulting report. I reviewed what I had in my library, did a quick Internet search and decided it was time to bone up on the latest. So I took myself off for two blissful days in the university library in Lismore. It was vacation time and I had the “evaluation” section all of the library to myself. The whole floor, in fact.

I loved what I read in recent publications, many in the esteemed Sage series. Wise old practitioners warning newcomers. Traps for young players. Helpful hints. Political and strategic advice. Not what I had expected, actually…

As I read, I remembered my own (often painful) forays into formal evaluation, especially the large post-occupancy evaluation (POE) of public housing in Minto, Sydney in 1983 (see Minto POE questionnaire 1983 for the 1983 POE questionnaire).

And an equally challenging but very different study of False Creek North in Vancouver in 2007 and 2008.

I realised that evaluation is a highly political and sensitive realm. Often messengers get shot.

Do we have to get shot?

You can download my notes from my reading and other sources by clicking on this link: Evaluation of Community Engagement Processes

And there’s lots of information, methodologies and findings about the False Creek North study in this website as well. See:

http://kitchentablesustainability.com/housing-density-and-sustainability-what-works-and-what-doesnt-work/

Hopefully, by keeping abreast of the excellent advice available nowadays, none of us will have to face the firing squad for trying to evaluate programs, projects or policies. Or community engagement.

I’d welcome your comments and suggestions.