- Important: All passwords were reset on 06/15/11. Old passwords will no longer work. Click here to retrieve your password.
- Subscribe to Our Free Dewsletter
We are non-commercial, all volunteer and supported by our readers. Please help sustain the Dew by making a donation.
What if everything we spent went to our neighbors in the city, state or country in which we live?
Our coffee grinder finally broke. First I went to Target, but when trying to decide which of three choices to buy, I looked to see where they were made. In a jingoistic pique, I rejected all the Chinese imports, and decided to try elsewhere. I scoured local grocery stores and googled “coffee grinders USA” and found some interesting sites: usstuff which lists by product category and buyamericanmart –a website that sells online. I wrote lots of emails, and heard from Coffee Wholesale USA in Round Rock. Here is what Cristi Helton, Customer Service Specialist responded:
None of the grinders and coffee makers we stock are made in the USA. You might find a Bunn product or two that is at least assembled in the US, which you may be able to order from us. I would suggest contacting the manufacturer directly for this information.
I called Bunn’s home products division, and their Bunn-O-Matic peppy customer representative said that they don’t make grinders for home use, but that one of their brands, Velocity, is “assembled” in the US, but not 100% of the parts are made domestically.
I started wondering about what is produced where, and started with my state. It would seem logical that most states have websites promoting local products, like gotexan.org, although it was difficult to find them on cursory web searches.
So then I started thinking about REALLY local production of goods and services. I got an email from a friend telling me to give gift certificates for the holidays for people to do lawn work, hair cuts, Spanish lessons, etc. Nice ideas, so I’ve started trying to think of what services my friends would like. I realized I felt pure guilt when a friend gave me a gift of 5 Pilates lessons from her sister, who I didn’t particularly like.
Then I thought about the folks growing their own. When I walk my dogs down our San Antonio alleys where the garbage lives, I’ve admired the home gardens, and gotten to know several families who planted for their kids, and others who have a more survivalist mentality (with VERY large woodpiles). This summer was rough, though, since the drought forced us into only weekly waterings, so most of the gardens dried up. Others have been far more successful (and courageous) with their backyard efforts. My favorite book on the subject (which convinced me not to try it) is by Novella Carpenter, called Farm City.
I definitely like the idea of professional foragers and it might influence my restaurant choice if the restaurant promoted it, if I could get over the idea that it’s dumpster diving.
While I’m really into the idea of reinvesting my money into local, state and national goods (& jobs), when it comes right down to it, I feel so uneducated about where everything comes from. I’m also wondering if I told my friends and family that I will only buy US (or Texas or San Antonio) goods, would they do the same? Would I reject a birthday present from A+R, Global Girlfriend or the MOMA? This raises all those other issues about being a global citizen, and how to support the good work around the world.
When my refrigerator and/or car dies, will I be disciplined enough to take the extra time to search and pay the premium price to support the US economy? What about the “Main Street” folks who live local, but sell products from elsewhere? What about the domestic phone companies and support services with foreign call centers? What’s my choice?
I’m probably going to need some help to sort all this out. Can anybody recommend a good coffee grinder?
Worthy of Comment
Also on the Dew
That the Crimean Crisis would be exploited by Republican Congressional leaders to criticize President Obama was inevitable. Politics hasn’t stopped at the water’s edge in the United States for a very long time. What wasn’t inevitable was the shamelessness of Senator John McCain’s denunciation of President Obama in a speech to the most powerful ethnic foreign policy lobby in Washington. In a March 4th address to the American Israel Public Affairs Committee (AIPAC), the Arizona Republican complained about a “feckless foreign policy where nobody believes in America’s strength anymore.” Yet after insisting that Russian action in Crimea “must be made unacceptable to the world commu Read on →
Instead of naming their new subdivisions the Dune Cottages, the Ocean Forest Cottages and the Riverside Cottages and then running their Dune Avenue down the Sea Island Spit, where the Loggerhead Turtles nest and 144 species of birds come to rest, making reference to the sea of effluent on which their cottages sit would be more honest, but it wouldn't attract many new buyers for Sea Island Coastal Properties' million dollar lots, would it? And it probably wouldn't please the realtors trying to move the 29 extant mansions in the million dollar plus range (For anyone looking to pay less for Read on →
The feeling of your tires losing traction on an icy road is hard to label. You'd think it might feel like falling, a sudden stop or start, a gut-twisting vertigo as the ground drops away, but it's not that dramatic. Instead of physics slapping you with your own momentum, you feel, perhaps, like the road has just started lying to you. The motions of your hands and feet, something you've felt so very confident in for years, aren't following through on their promise. You're clearly steering in one direction, applying just so much pressure to the pedals, but the road Read on →
In business school there is little ambiguity as to the mission, money ... profits. In art school it's a little different. The one I went to required focus, after a year of fundamentals, on one of several options: Advertising, Illustration, Industrial Design (all, you'll note, with the same point as business school) or Fine Art. Within the Fine Arts, by year three, one selected a major: painting, sculpture or printmaking. Of course everyone knew that “fine art” was a commodity, but it was considered crass to dwell too much on that area. So what, if not money, was the point? Wel Read on →