Friday, 28 October 2011

Our daily bread

Earlier this year I met John Letts of the Oxford Bread Group, a campaigner for real bread and a grower of old, endangered varieties of wheat. He drew my attention to the evils of the Chorley Wood Process, the industrial method by which 80% of our bread is constructed. I use that word advisedly - the CWP is so alien to traditional bread making I wonder if its products ought to be called bread at all. Cheap flour, fat, yeast and a cocktail of enzymes are whipped into a blamanche in an industrial vat with little or no time to prove, before being bunged in an oven. No wonder it's so indigestable.

Instead, he persuaded me of the wonders of sourdough. Why not make your own, he said? Well, I did. I am a complete convert.

I followed the River Cottage Method - there's a helpful video too.

Sourdough uses naturally occurring yeast. You create a starter culture by mixing flour and water and waiting for the yeast to do its thing. I helped mine along by adding two scrumped plums to the mix - apparently a stick of rhubarb works just as well. Don't be tempted to use brewers yeast - it's a different species I'm told. You keep the starter in a jar and as long as you keep feeding it more flour it will last forever.


It smells yeasty, tart, a little scary.


The beauty of natural yeast is that it works slowly. I leave my bread to prove all day, and that's when the yeast does its magic, killing off microbes and digesting the gluten. It's wonderful watching this


become this


become this


become this


It tastes delicious.

People often wonder how it is that Amazonian Indians discovered ayahuasca, the strange hallucinogenic brew and mainstay of Amazonian shamanism that requires two very different plants to be mixed together for it to work. How, given all the plants that grow in the rainforest, did they hit on the magic combination?

I find bread just as baffling. Who was it who discovered that adding a fizzy mix of yeast to flour, kneeding it until it works, letting it rise and baking it, produced the wondrous loaf? Was it trial and error? A moment of inspiration? It is a breathtaking piece of human ingenuity, up there with the bicycle and the laptop.

Making my own has connected me to the process, made me more aware of where my food comes from and awakened me to the magic of this humble, taken for granted, staple of Western diet. My digestion has improved too. I shan't be going back to shop-bought.

Why not give it a go?

A trip to Wales

A sneaky midweek trip to Wales. The fields were quiet(ish) but the hills were alive.



Monday, 17 October 2011

Duotone launch

Played with Wod at a fantastic gig on Saturday night, to launch the new, stunning, Duotone album. Nomi performed too, along with Colin and Jane from Telling the Bees, and poet and master of ceremonies, Alan Buckley. Happily Kate Raworth was there to catch the event - you can see all her photos here, and some backstage images of mine here. It was as good as it looks - a privilege to know so many talented musicians and performers.






Friday, 14 October 2011

Anniversary

Managed to get away the other weekend for our first wedding anniversary, a wee trip home to Devon and Dartmoor.

In glorious, warm, unseasonal sunny weather we followed the mossy boulders of the Dart valley, then climbed a granite outcrop.


Then up to Sharp Tor where the view is magnificent and you can almost see all the way to the South Hams, where I grew up.


From there to Yar Tor. You can't see from the photo but someone has made an Andy Goldsworthy-style sculpture, making a large drystone-wall-spiral.


Back to the Dart to dibble our toes and do a little yoga. I seem to remember coming here for one of my childhood birthday parties - nostalgiarama.




Then to Moretonhampstead to our B&B and a slap-up meal at the White Horse.


Proper.

Monday, 10 October 2011

Notes on the noosphere

It’s about nine months since I went from being a somewhat begrudging blogger to an active and enthusiastic one. Thanks to the persuasive powers of Rima Staines, and not a little competitiveness with my Mrs, I decided to give it a proper go. I made a commitment to myself to post every week and while I haven’t always been able to keep to that, my erratic lifestyle being what it is, I’ve enjoyed the challenge of thinking ahead, of planning what I might say.

I like the pithy form, that blog comment has necessarily to be brief and to the point. I like the fact that blogs give you a voice and, increasingly, an audience (to whom I’d like to say a belated and cheery ‘hello’ – thanks for swinging by). But most of all I like the sense of community the blogosphere provides. Facebook is increasingly trivial and superficial, the online equivalent of a gossip down the Student Union. The connections made through blogging are more substantial and real – more like participating in a motivated tutorial group, to continue the analogy. I check my reading list every morning and relish reading your posts.

Increasingly, everyone from super-cool cultural theorists to psychedelic dreamers are referring to the internet and these kinds of connections as the noosphere. The exact origins of the term are disputed but its popularity is due to the Jesuit Palaeontologist, Pierre Teilhard de Chardin, who defined it in The Phenomenon of Man as ‘the sphere of human thought’ (nous is Greek for ‘mind’). Just as we have a lithosphere, a hydrosphere, an atmosphere and a biosphere, so, now, we have the noosphere.



What people using the term tend to forget is that it formed a central concept in de Chardin’s attempt to marry Christian theology with evolutionary theory. The emergence of the noosphere, he thought, was just the latest stage in our teleological progression towards the world’s culmination – the Omega Point or Christosphere, at which physical existence would cease – an idea that has found somewhat less purchase in the modern world (though its eschatology appealed to Terence McKenna, who wove it into his Timewave theory and consequent predictions for 2012 - once a Catholic, eh?).


But putting de Chardin’s peculiar theology aside, I still find myself struggling with the image of the noosphere. The whole idea of hard, disconnected spheres is too static, mechanical and Platonic, too reminiscent of medieval cosmology. The online world is, rather, dynamic, responsive, always in flux.

I think a better metaphor is to be found in biology, specifically in the mycelium, the branching, self-organising network of hyphae that constitute the ‘body’ of a fungus. (Indeed I can’t help wondering if the branching network, found everywhere from the structure of trees to the dendritic connections of the human brain, is somehow the fingerprint of life itself – though that’s another story). Just as a mycelium thickens and multiplies and grows towards resources, so a popular site or blog draws hits and connections to itself. A mycelium responds to changing circumstances, just like the emerging connections of the net. And far from being a disconnected, free-floating sphere, a mycelium is rooted in substrate. The same is true of the internet, which, however much it appears otherwise, is necessarily rooted in the world through the humans that use it and the physical resources from which it is made and sustained.


So I prefer to think of it as a noocelium instead, a mycelium of the mind. Yes, the internet is something revolutionary and new, the pinnacle perhaps of human artifice and ingenuity (perhaps more realistically a symptom of our rampant narcissism), but it’s something that rests on and is rooted in the world. Re-imagining it with such an obviously biological metaphor might just remind us that reconnecting with each other, and the world, is about the most important thing we can do right now.

Thursday, 6 October 2011

Steve Jobs

I'm saddened by the news today that Steve Jobs, founder of Apple Computers and techno-visionary, has died. I've been using Apple Macs since 1991 and was immediately struck by their elegance and simplicity (not to mention their implicit cool). With Macs there was always a unity of vision, linking processor to operating system to software to peripheries and the wider world. Everything fits together, everything works (unlike PCs, where fix is hammered onto fix and the whole grinds steadily to a halt. The other day I had to borrow a Windows laptop - I kid you not, it took 30 minutes to boot up - even my aged iBook G4, battered and dropped and barely able to cope with the internet performs better than that.) There's no doubt that a Mac is worth every penny.

Like many, I'm keeping my fingers crossed that Jobs' charisma has been thoroughly routinized into the company and that it'll continue to excel at making machines that bring the future just a little bit closer.