The Caribbean is running out of coconuts

The Caribbean is running out of coconuts

“It’s not the first time a developing-country staple has been caught up in a first-world food trend. Farmers that grow the finest coffees often can’t afford a bag of their roasted beans. And when protein-rich quinoa caught fire in the U.S., many consumers in Bolivia, one of the biggest producers, were priced out.”

“Meanwhile, with export-oriented Caribbean farmers like Siri and Da Silva buying up all the fruit they can, locals risk losing out. Typically, green coconuts for water have been so plentiful and cheap that any thirsty islander might buy one on the street corner, from a machete-wielding salesman who’d lop off the top and insert a straw. They still do — but prices are rising, while grocery shelves are filling up with thinned-out or even fake versions. Trinidad & Tobago’s Health Ministry in May confiscated bottles labeled as coconut water from stores, saying they contained only water and chemicals.”

 

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Congrats Morgan and Drew!

You guys were funny and sweet.
I hope I laugh that hard in the middle of my ceremony.

 

 

This will likely be the last wedding I shoot for a while. Taking a break to plan my own and finally start work on some projects that have been on my mind for a long time ❤

New stories on the ‘Local’ page

Howdy!

I just finally updated the Local page with my final four RBJ stories. I learned a lot while interning and freelancing for them for a year and a half, about both myself and how the Rochester media world runs itself, and even though it didn’t turn out how I had hoped I am much better for it. Here’s to all the better things in the future, cheers bitches 🍸🍸🍸

Does that make it population control?

Say you can’t have children and are poor. According to the nice people at the University of Rochester Medical Center, Medicaid will not help you.

Despite state law saying,

Insurers are required to cover the diagnosis and treatment of correctable medical conditions and shall not exclude coverage of a condition solely because the medical condition results in infertility. Private, group health insurance plans, issued or delivered in the state of New York providing coverage for hospital care or surgical and medical care are required to provide coverage for the diagnosis and treatment of infertility for patients between the ages of 21 and 44, who have been covered under the policy for at least 12 months. Certain procedures are excluded from this requirement, including IVF, GIFT, ZIFT, reversal of elective sterilization, sex change procedures, cloning, and experimental procedures. Plans that include coverage for prescription drugs must include coverage of drugs approved by FDA for use in diagnosis and treatment of infertility. (New York Consolidated Laws, Insurance, Section 3221(k)(6), Section 4303(s).)”

Say you can’t have children and are rich. No problem, either you have great insurance or can pay out of pocket.

Selling out or buying in?

Is there a difference?

The daily news reporter job did not pan out. I don’t want to say the job was misrepresented at the interview…I will say I didn’t plan on putting 1,500 miles on my car in two weeks.

In the end the commuting was just too much for work I didn’t really want to do in the first place. My reporter dreams were just that, dreams. Being a daily news reporter sounds exciting and I’ve romanticized it all my life, but it’s not what I really want to do. I took the position because it looks good on paper. I want depth, I want time. I want a lot, but mostly I want to not be miserable. I hate coming back to coffee and freelancing, because it feels like giving up, but it’s the only time I have…time.

 

New Year, new job, new pictures

For anyone who may have glimpsed my angsty rant a few weeks ago this will come as. potentially, good news.

I have a real life reporter job! No, not freelancing, an actually full time gig that is semi-close.
I started at the Batavia Daily News this week as the Orleans county reporter and so many stereotypical reporter things have already happened to me (besides letting my freelance work backup), not finding out about cancelled meetings until I get there, sources not getting back to me, having to stay late because we needed more content, etc. I’m actually pretty excited to cover all the town meetings, local government is pretty damn interesting if you actually pay attention. I say that now, what with it being all new and shiny, but I think it’s still a good and very much needed change, regardless of how it turns out.

I did get a few random pictures this week too, how about that? On my way back to the office from one of my cancelled town meetings I saw a bunch of trucks with blue flashing lights pass me so I pulled a U turn after about a minute when it suddenly dawned on me that I’m a reporter now. Come to find it was some shoddy electrical in an apartment complex and turned out to be nothing, but I still had to wait nearly an hour to find that out. But, I did pull out my camera just in case.

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Then, on the night I had to stay late to gather some extra stories, there was this TOTALLY EPIC sunset. Seriously, my pictures don’t do it justice. I took them while I was stopped at a railroad crossing waiting for a blessedly long train to pass.

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I think I wrote six stories total for BDN, two for RBJ. Overall, I’d say it was a successful first week.

Suffering, suffocating, impatient, entitled grump

I need an environment that encourages asking uncomfortable questions. I’m tired of writing about local business leaders who won this award or that award for sitting on the board of a charity that barely does anything lasting for the community. I want to find out where the roadblocks are and who put them there. There are big juicy stories in my small town, but even with the internet there is no avenue for them to be effective when those same business leaders have such close relationships with the local media.

Living and working downtown I often see these leaders propped up and lauded regularly while passionate, talented people who truly care about the community are left unheard. Rochester is one of the poorest metropolitan areas in the country, but you would not know that from our newspapers and magazines. Our community development projects have done little to change poverty but have always looked very good (and been very profitable) for the organizations that sponsor them. Plus they make great press coverage, impressive headlines and glitzy photo-ops.

I just feel like I’m losing hope here. It’s being siphoned off by self-congratulating, disconnected wackos. There are good ones of course, and they give me warm fuzzy feelings when I get to talk to them and share their experiences, I just can’t help but feel like they’re too far from the majority. Instead they’re offered up as rare diamonds, ‘Here! This is a great person who does so much real good for the community,’ and it’s just another shiny distraction from the people who are just trying to make more money and/or please their overlords (with more money).

There’s no graceful ending to this post, just a feeling of futility.