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DON'T EAT THE GRASS

By Suzanne Rosenblatt
Tuesday, Oct 17 2006, 02:17 PM
If you think I've been out to lunch, you're right. It was the lunch at Adolph's 55th high school reunion. In other words, we've been out of town and offline, and I hope sometime soon to write about school reunions, which are never what we expect. In the meantime the aroma of pesticides tells me it's time to post something I've already written: my presentation to the Shorewood Village Board on July 11, 2005. As a result, the village created an organic patch of grass, treated only with corn gluten, between the library and the village hall. I hope the trustees will give me more details to post on exactly what has been done and what their plans are when it comes to educating the public and Shorewood's public works about the downside of pesticides. That said, here's an edited version of my presentation:

For nine years my dog, Lilac, spent her days with me, running alongside my bike, napping near my feet, watching me cook dinner, and then she was dead, young, yet dead of cancer. That's when I learned that many dogs are dying young, especially if neighbors, or owners, use lawn pesticides. That was in 1992. Now I have five grandchildren in the Milwaukee area (note: actually now it's six), and the lawns are more toxic than ever. As I read studies and articles, listen to lectures, hear people's
experiences, I realize that pesticides are the 21st century equivalent of cigarettes. But more insidious. When someone blows smoke rings, then coughs, it's easy to make the connection. When someone sprays, if babies are born with birth defects, or sperm counts are down and infertility up, or if years later, people get Parkinson's, leukemia, breast cancer, brain tumors, or non-Hodgkin's lymphoma it's harder to determine cause and effect.

We walk on sprayed lawns and sprayed sidewalks, then walk on our carpets, and those carpets become the most toxic places in our homes. I once asked a ChemLawn employee to stop spraying the sidewalk. He replied, "If this stuff was dangerous, they'd never let me use it." Perhaps he didn't realize that lawn care companies don't have to prove safety; many chemicals were grandfathered in in the 1970's. Grandfathered, a cruel doublespeak, for grandfathers are protective of their grandchildren, yet grandfathering means removing protection to allow chemicals already in use to remain in use when safety standards become more stringent, chemicals innocent until proven deadly. Drug manufacturers must prove the safety of medications, yet even products that are tested, like Vioxx,Celebrex, Prempro, Bayacol, or Propulsid, may later prove dangerous.Often the manufacturers know it and withhold evidence. Now think of the chemical companies, who don't have to prove safety. What evidence are they withholding?

Here are excerpts from one of many web sites that have researched available studies. "Pesticides ... harm beneficial insects, plants, and microorganisms...Exposure to many commonly used lawn pesticides has been associated with serious health problems in laboratory animals,including cancer, birth defects, reproductive problems, hormonal imbalance, gene mutations and nervous system, liver and kidneydamage. (Abrams, R.,1992: "Lawn care pesticides and safety - what you should know," New York State Department of Law Environmental Protection Bureau fact sheet dated 3/92) Studies have linked the use of lawn pesticides with a four-fold increase in the risk of children developing cancer of the non-bony tissue (soft tissue sarcoma) (Leiss, J.K. and D.A.Savitz,1995: "Home pesticide use and childhood cancer: a case-control study." Am J of Public Health, Vol. 85, No. 2, pp. 249-252.) and with two- to six-fold increases in childhood brain cancer... in homes where pesticides were used (Davis, J.R.,et al.,1993: "Family pesticide use and childhood brain cancer," Archives of EnviroContamination and Toxicology, Vol. 24 pp. 87-92). A study of dogs exposed to the most frequently used lawn chemical, 2,4-D, found that when dog owners applied 2,4-D more than four times a year on their lawn the incidence of ...canine malignant lymphoma or CML, doubled.

Here's are excerpts about 2,4-D, which is also used in "weed and feed" products, from another site ...Component of Agent Orange; Widely found to be contaminated with dioxin; Contaminates urban bodies of water, surface and ground water; Linked to non-Hodgkin's lymphoma..., to prostate cancer in farmers, ...Edocrine disruption, Reduced sperm counts and/or increased abnormalities in sperm. Found in residential carpet dust up to one year after application outdoors on lawns...Chlorophenoxy
herbicides - which include 2,4-D - are classified in Group 2B (possible carcinogen) by International Agency for Research on Cancer (IARC).

People who apply 2,4-D ae warned to wear face shield, goggles or safety glasses, long pants, long

 

WHATEVER'S ON MY MIND TODAY

By Suzanne Rosenblatt
Monday, Oct 2 2006, 12:10 PM
9/30/06 I mentally paused at each corner on my way to Downer Hardware yesterday, trying to bike down streets where I wouldn't run into anyone I know. I didn't have time to chat, and I didn't dare. I have two performances, Linneman's on Monday, Alverno (for freshman classes) on Thursday, and my throat's sore. Thanks to allergies and reflux, I have to ration talk before I perform, can't spend voice rehearsing, one carefully-timed run-through a few days beforehand, and that's it. I took voice lessons for awhile; otherwise I probably would have had to stop performing altogether.
Our kids decided to celebrate Artasia's move to its new location at 181 N Broadway and the incipient Rosenblatt Gallery right above it. The grand opening is November 11, but at the last minute they invited a few friends for tonight and wanted us to do the same. So good luck to my voice.

Adolph has spent the week moving his work and setting up sculptures in our new space, including the Oriental Pharmacy Lunch Counter, but it's still chaotic. I'm supposed to have my work there, and haven't had time even to think about it. Maybe I can put up the lithos I did of dancers in 1974! Look at that, all those years of art and writing, and where am I? More or less where I want to be, actually, but that's a whole other subject, under the heading of priorities and values. What's the subject for today? It's this: I write a blog every single day, a long one, but it's only in my head. I never have time to write it down. So last night I put my pad and pen in full view next to my side of the bed. In reality the pad and pen are always there, but under unread novels, acrostic books, and writing friends have given me to read. The difference this time was that I promised myself to use them, that I wouldn't get out of bed until I wrote down whatever was on my mind.

What interests me when I write? Basically everything. Maybe that's the problem. I want big pictures and tiny quirks, thoughts or actions that we might not think twice about. Yesterday I noticed a man down on hands and knees, head thrust into the underbrush atop Atwater Bluff. What could he possibly be doing? As I floated past on my bike, he placed his camera before his face to take a picture, of what I'll never know. If I were in talk mode, I would have asked him.

Those little quirks. Like last night: I glanced in the mirror and couldn't stand the unruly ends of my hair. And it was too long. All the salons in Shorewood flitted though my mind, places I've never been, tanning salons, spas, hair salons, snip, snip, $35 plus tip. My daughter-in-law Pauline does a good job, but she wasn't here, so I grabbed a nearby scissors, snip, snip, right side too long, whoops, left too long now, then right, some long strands, not in the danger zone yet, even if someone else has to finish it off. Finally I adjusted it to my satisfaction, 5 or 10 minutes, no charge.

Some blogs I wrote in my head on Thursday might or might not be coming up eventually. The quirks: My 3-mile ride with groceries so heavy my bike basket kept collapsing. The big picture: Our book club discussion, after reading Tortilla Curtain, about what kind of person we discover we are when it comes time to act.

 
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