Yes! We Have No Bananas!

This is fascinating, and — amusing as it sounds — actually pretty serious: we could be as little as five years away from a banana apocalypse…and that’s not even the worst case scenario.

In “Can This Fruit Be Saved?“, Popular Science looks at the threats to the current banana market, and what’s being done to combat them. As trivial as it may seem, there could be a lot at stake for America’s favorite fruit.

For instance, there are actually 300 different types of banana, but chances are, you’ve only ever tasted one kind of banana. And even more than that, in a genetic sense, you’ve only ever tasted one banana.

For nearly everyone in the U.S., Canada and Europe, a banana is a banana: yellow and sweet, uniformly sized, firmly textured, always seedless. Our banana, called the Cavendish, is one variety Aguilar doesn’t grow here. “And for you,” says the chief banana breeder for the Honduran Foundation for Agricultural Investigation (FHIA), “the Cavendish is the banana.”

The Cavendish-—as the slogan of Chiquita, the globe’s largest banana producer, declares-—is “quite possibly the world’s perfect food.” Bananas are nutritious and convenient; they’re cheap and consistently available. Americans eat more bananas than any other kind of fresh fruit, averaging about 26.2 pounds of them per year, per person (apples are a distant second, at 16.7 pounds). It also turns out that the 100 billion Cavendish bananas consumed annually worldwide are perfect from a genetic standpoint, every single one a duplicate of every other. It doesn’t matter if it comes from Honduras or Thailand, Jamaica or the Canary Islands—-each Cavendish is an identical twin to one first found in Southeast Asia, brought to a Caribbean botanic garden in the early part of the 20th century, and put into commercial production about 50 years ago.

That predictability is a problem, though, as what kills one banana will kill them all. It’s happened before…and it’s already happening again.

After 15,000 years of human cultivation, the banana is too perfect, lacking the genetic diversity that is key to species health. What can ail one banana can ail all. A fungus or bacterial disease that infects one plantation could march around the globe and destroy millions of bunches, leaving supermarket shelves empty.

A wild scenario? Not when you consider that there’s already been one banana apocalypse. Until the early 1960s, American cereal bowls and ice cream dishes were filled with the Gros Michel, a banana that was larger and, by all accounts, tastier than the fruit we now eat. Like the Cavendish, the Gros Michel, or “Big Mike,” accounted for nearly all the sales of sweet bananas in the Americas and Europe. But starting in the early part of the last century, a fungus called Panama disease began infecting the Big Mike harvest. The malady, which attacks the leaves, is in the same category as Dutch Elm disease. It appeared first in Suriname, then plowed through the Caribbean, finally reaching Honduras in the 1920s. (The country was then the world’s largest banana producer; today it ranks third, behind Ecuador and Costa Rica.)

Growers adopted a frenzied strategy of shifting crops to unused land, maintaining the supply of bananas to the public but at great financial and environmental expense—the tactic destroyed millions of acres of rainforest. By 1960, the major importers were nearly bankrupt, and the future of the fruit was in jeopardy. (Some of the shortages during that time entered the fabric of popular culture; the 1923 musical hit “Yes! We Have No Bananas” is said to have been written after songwriters Frank Silver and Irving Cohn were denied in an attempt to purchase their favorite fruit by a syntactically colorful, out-of-stock neighborhood grocer.) U.S. banana executives were hesitant to recognize the crisis facing the Gros Michel, according to John Soluri, a history professor at Carnegie Mellon University and author of Banana Cultures, an upcoming book on the fruit. “Many of them waited until the last minute.”

Once a little-known species, the Cavendish was eventually accepted as Big Mike’s replacement after billions of dollars in infrastructure changes were made to accommodate different growing and ripening needs. Its advantage was its resistance to Panama disease. But in 1992, a new strain of the fungus-—one that can affect the Cavendish—-was discovered in Asia. Since then, Panama disease Race 4 has wiped out plantations in Indonesia, Malaysia, Australia and Taiwan, and it is now spreading through much of Southeast Asia. It has yet to hit Africa or Latin America, but most experts agree that it is coming. “Given today’s modes of travel, there’s almost no doubt that it will hit the major Cavendish crops,” says Randy Ploetz, the University of Florida plant pathologist who identified the first Sumatran samples of the fungus.

Lots more in the article, including looks at two different approaches to saving (or, if necessary, replacing) the Cavendish banana: traditional breeding, or genetic engineering.

Neat stuff.

Men In Kilts

The PI carried a nice look at Utilikilts on Saturday (thanks to Melissa for pointing it out to me):

It’s the freedom, they say. The freedom to move, to feel the breeze, to stay cool on a hot summer day.

And all this freedom comes simply from banishing pants to the back of the closet, say the men who wear the Utilikilt, a rugged modern take on the Celtic kilt.

The garment – made in Seattle by the company of the same name – adds a twist of practicality to the traditional kilt. Made with tough fabric and accessories such as cargo pockets and a hammer loop, the garment has attracted marine biologists to construction workers who often point to the comfort factor as their reason for donning the pleats. About 12,000 kilts are sold each year, said Steven Villegas, the company’s founder and owner.

Sure, nothing that hasn’t been said here before, but it’s always nice to see a little press for the company.

iTunesRoxanne” by Police, The from the album Every Breath You Take: The Singles (1978, 3:12).

Safety: 10 best/worst places to live in the US

MSNBC crunched some numbers to come up with lists of the ten safest and most dangerous places to live in the US in terms of weather and natural disasters.

The ten safest:

  1. Honolulu, Hawaii
  2. Boise City, Idaho
  3. Santa Fe, N.M.
  4. Yakima, Wash.
  5. Spokane, Wash.
  6. Richland-Kennewick-Pasco, Wash.
  7. Medford-Ashland, Ore.
  8. Corvallis, Ore.
  9. Salem, Ore.
  10. Las Cruces, N.M.

And the ten most risky:

  1. Monroe, La.
  2. Dallas, Tex.
  3. Jackson, Miss.
  4. Lakeland-Winter Haven, Fla.
  5. West Palm Beach-Boca Raton, Fla.
  6. Kansas City, Mo.
  7. Elkhart-Goshen, Ind.
  8. Tulsa, Okla.
  9. Memphis, Tenn.
  10. Shreveport-Bossier City, La.

The Pacific Northwest seems to be a pretty good bet, all told, with six locations on the list, three in WA and three in OR…seven, if you count ID as part of the PNW. Amusingly, though, one of the WA locations is the Tri-Cities area, home to the Hanford Nuclear Reservation — but as the Seattle PI points out, these are lists looking at natural disasters.

(via the Seattle PI Buzzworthy blog)

Sometimes predictions come true

The storm hit Breton Sound with the fury of a nuclear warhead, pushing a deadly storm surge into Lake Pontchartrain. The water crept to the top of the massive berm that holds back the lake and then spilled over. Nearly 80 percent of New Orleans lies below sea level — more than eight feet below in places — so the water poured in. A liquid brown wall washed over the brick ranch homes of Gentilly, over the clapboard houses of the Ninth Ward, over the white-columned porches of the Garden District, until it raced through the bars and strip joints on Bourbon Street like the pale rider of the Apocalypse. As it reached 25 feet (eight meters) over parts of the city, people climbed onto roofs to escape it.

Thousands drowned in the murky brew that was soon contaminated by sewage and industrial waste. Thousands more who survived the flood later perished from dehydration and disease as they waited to be rescued. It took two months to pump the city dry, and by then the Big Easy was buried under a blanket of putrid sediment, a million people were homeless, and 50,000 were dead. It was the worst natural disaster in the history of the United States.

When did this calamity happen? It hasn’t — yet. But the doomsday scenario is not far-fetched. The Federal Emergency Management Agency lists a hurricane strike on New Orleans as one of the most dire threats to the nation, up there with a large earthquake in California or a terrorist attack on New York City. Even the Red Cross no longer opens hurricane shelters in the city, claiming the risk to its workers is too great.

— National Geographic, Gone With the Water, October 2004

A freakishly prescient look at what could happen if a major storm hit the New Orelans area. Well worth reading to understand just what happened, why…and some of the reasons it’s so bad right now.

I’ve been absolutely awestruck at the news reports coming out of the Gulf Coast over the past few days. I’m really not sure what to say other than that — the whole thing is just mind-numbing.

(article via Doc Searls)

Seattle Car Theft Statistics

Scary auto theft statistics for the Seattle area from a Seattle Times article:

  • King County car thefts last year: “…9,253 in Seattle and 3,624 in the rest of the county.”

  • “On average, a car is stolen every 12 minutes in Washington state. That’s an average of about 122 cars per day, according to the National Insurance Crime Bureau.

    “Seattle-King County auto thefts represented more than a quarter of the 43,070 cars stolen last year in the state. By comparison, there were 4,825 auto thefts in Snohomish County last year.”

  • “A car thief in Washington has about a 1-in-16 chance of being arrested for each car stolen, according to data provided by the prosecutor. And, because of sentencing guidelines, a car thief will face a year or more behind bars only after the seventh offense.”

  • “State sentencing guidelines call for zero to 60 days in jail for a first offense. Many car thieves are given parole or relatively short sentences for initial offenses.”

According to the article, the King County Sherrif’s Office is exploring ways to combat this, but have a way to go and little to no budget for it. Pretty eyebrow-raising.

Live Octopus Tentacle

Okay, admittedly, I’m no fan of seafood — generally, I tend to limit my meat-eating to animals with legs that stay on land most of the time. However, even if I were more into seafood than I am, I still think that I’d be far too squicked out to try eating a dish of live octopus tentacles.

In every scenario I played out in my imagination as far as eating this dish was concerned, I predicted nothing more than a brief slimy struggle then stillness — the last words of an insignificant creature low on the food chain. Silly me. I could not have underestimated my dinner more because once in my mouth, the tentacle went into attack mode and aggressively suctioned on to my teeth, tongue and bottom lip making it nearly impossible for me to manipulate my mouth in order to eat it. My dinner was instinctively trying to preserve its own life while attempting to take mine by asphyxiating me. Needless to say, I was just a little mortified by all this. It was—how would you call it—bleepin’ freaky!!! And if that wasn’t enough, the tentacle then launched phase two of Operation Indigestion and began to whip itself about in a frenzy like it was krump dancing. In my mouth was the mollusk version of the Tasmanian Devil, ferociously flaying at the roof of my mouth and gums. I could not believe it. The feisty, little shit was kind of hurting me. Immediately, I snapped out of the absolute stunned trauma of having to fight with my food and attempted to regain control of the situation. Overpowering the tentacle with my tongue and with a little assist from my fingers, I pried the wicked thing from my gums and teeth. At last the tentacle became vulnerable to my molars. Without hesitating, I bit hard on it over and over and over again while mumbling “Die! Die! Die!” Before it could resurrect itself and do a surprise attack like some slasher movie villain, I swallowed deeply and gulped it down. “Get in my belly!” I gasped.

The dust finally settled. After all that, how does live octopus tentacle taste? A little like fury fused with fear. Spicy and garlicky because of the sauce. There is no aftertaste but there are aftereffects. (Just don’t think about what the tentacle might be doing in your stomach.) It certainly doesn’t taste like cooked squid and nowhere near fried calamari. It’s almost completely devoid of flavor. Texturally it’s highly viscous, more resembling mucous. As far as attitude, it’s the meanest and rudest piece of food I have ever brawled with. And this was only the first piece.

And if that’s not disgusting enough, here’s a video of the dish in question.

Oh. My. Lord.

Never.

(via Pharyngula)

iTunesFight the Power” by Public Enemy from the album Fear of a Black Planet (1990, 4:42).

Everything old is new again

A random comment on a Flickr photo led me to do some digging, and after reading this summary of Seattle transportation efforts, all of a sudden it’s no surprise that we’ve seen such ridiculous controversy over our (finally under construction) light rail and (eternally beleaguered) monorail plans.

The essay is replete with examples of ideas, controversy, failed starts, cost overruns, tax packages…any of this sound familiar? From the look of it, it’s amazing that Seattle has anything at all to support those of us who — for whatever reason — eschew automobiles for other forms of transportation.

Completely randomly, another discovery I made: did you know that Seattle has its own flag? I didn’t, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen it flying anywhere.

Phrase Origins

Mom forwarded this to me today. I can’t personally vouch for the accuracy of everything in here, but it all sounds pretty reasonable to me, and there’s some fun tidbits in here.

Update: I really should have thought to check the Urban Legends Reference Pages first (seriously…I know better!). Status: False. Thanks to Ryan for pointing that out.

The next time you are washing your hands and complain because the water temperature isn’t just how you like it, think about how things used to be.

Here are some facts about the 1500s:

These are interesting…

Most people got married in June because they took their yearly bath in May, and still smelled pretty good by June. However, they were starting to smell, so brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the body odor. Hence the custom today of carrying a bouquet when getting married.

Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water. The man of the house had the privilege of the nice clean water, then all the other sons and men, then the women and finally the children. Last of all the babies. By then the water was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it. Hence the saying, “Don’t throw the baby out with the bath water.”

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