This weekend, I’ll be in New York for a conference called Farm City (sounds familiar, right?).
This is from the organizers of the conference: “With rising costs of energy and environmental and health dangers inherent in current industrial food production methods, metropoles need to band together to forge new small-scale, sustainable methods to grow and source food.”
That’s something I can agree with, so I signed up to help.
And so, on Friday, Sept 24, there will be a fun fundraiser, featuring a reading by me and:
- FOOD by Communal Table presenting “Turnip Fest,” a variety of tasty preparations of the toothsome root veggie sourced from Brooklyn farms.
- MUSIC by JD Duarte of BrooklynCountry.com who plays into the nite with alt-country band, The Newton Gang, providing free CDs to the first 20 ticket buyers.
- DRINK by Brooklyn Brewery pouring forth libations of its Belgian-style craft ales: Schneider-Weiss, Brooklyn Local 1 and Brooklyn Local 2.
September 24, 2010 at 7:00 p.m.
The Commons
388 Atlantic Avenue
Brooklyn, NY 11217 (b/w Hoyt & Bond Sts).
Buy Tickets: http://www.brownpapertickets.com/event/128367
Then, the next day, Saturday, will be an unconference called Crossing the Line. I’ll be presenting at 1pm about how I descended into urban farming madness, then there will be an amazing gathering of nyc and brooklyn’s finest farmers, who will join together to chat about the history of urban ag, the reality, and the future. It’s going to be really exciting!
September 25, 1-6:30
French Institute Alliance Française (FIAF)
22 East 60th Street
Man o man, you are so close — but the shearer’s coming Friday (and then there is the j.o.b.) and I’m up at the Southern Adirondake Wool Fest on Saturday. But, I will be with you in spirit. How wonderful to have the good vibes of Ghost Town Farm so close at hand. Have fun!
Love hearing about the new things you are learning. And what other people are doing in other parts of the country.
I’m in the middle of reading your book, Farm City, and loving every second of it (well, except for the demise of Poor Harold.) Thanks for giving me so much pleasure! I’m thinking that maybe, just maybe, I could have a little flock of chickens and a few tomatoes…