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Slow Cities: What are we searching for?

Sunday, January 17th, 2010

Slow Cities. What are we searching for in our cities? What do we hope to achieve? What is it about the term ’slow cities’ which attracts us, makes us yearn for a different place, or pushes us to wish that our own cities were different. I suspect that most of us feel that our own lives are too fast-paced. Perhaps this is why we are visitors to the Slow Planet website in the first place. Do we believe that our lives would be a little slower, more balanced and more manageable if only we lived in a ’slow city’?

As a city planner, I am constantly thinking of the future of our urban environments. I consider the hopes and dreams of the people who live in cities, and then I think about how to plan (or design) these hopes and dreams into a reality. I’ve had many people tell me that they love the idea of a slow city. They would move there immediately, they tell me, if only such a place truly existed.

In fact, slow cities do exist, and they are even called ‘Slow Cities’ or ‘Citta Slow.’ The question is whether or not the official definition of a Slow City truly fulfills our own individual dreams of a slow city. Slow Cities are governed by rules, definitions, a charter and a philosophy. There is a reason that Slow Cities formed in the first place — a reason that is akin to Slow Food’s own existance. Initially, the ’slow’ of Slow Cities seems to exist on a policy level; a policy which borders on philosophy. To truly understand what a Slow City is, we must look at these policies and then translate them into tangible realities that will (or perhaps will not) convince us that slow cities exist in the way that we want them to exist.

Many of us long for cities that are different, that are slow. To understand Slow Cities is the first step before understanding what we are actually hoping for.  I invite you to follow this blog as we explain the policies and philosophies of Slow Cities, and work to understand where we live and where we want to live. Cities are complex, but they are not impossible. We can work towards making our cities the places in which we do want to live.

You Move Too Fast

Wednesday, December 23rd, 2009

Chicken Time

Wednesday, November 4th, 2009

Daylight Savings Time has ended and now it’s dark at 5 PM in Seattle. I’ve been threatening for years to start a movement to end Daylight Savings Time. The abrupt shift of hours, which doesn’t actually shift time, but just shifts what we call it, is not only arbitrary but actually disruptive. But it doesn’t fool the chickens.

My friend, Lyanda Haupt, author of Crow Planet, a book about that most urban of birds, wrote a blog post about how her chickens are not fooled by the shift out of Daylight Savings Time. They are going to sleep earlier and earlier, triggered by the cold and the dark. (She also wrote a lovely review of my book, Slow Time, but that’s not why I’m sending you there; I just thought the chickens had the right idea and I want to champion the idea of Chicken Time, a new kind of Slow Time.)

Lyanda’s chickens, tucked in for the night

Slow is not for the faint of heart

Sunday, October 18th, 2009

It took nine years, one month, and twenty-four days. But I finally got them ~ the Spanish flamenco shoes I’ve always wanted.

Way back in the day when my first-born was a toddling one-year old and my son was merely a glimmer in our eyes, we hosted an English language student from Madrid. She was a lovely soul who had studied economics and had come to the States to brush up her English. It turns out our Spanish equalled her English ~ da nada. We gesticulated and smiled and admired each other in that friendly nice-to-meet you way most international travellers do. It was then that I started a love affair with Spanish shoes because the girl had a pair I secretly coveted from Day One. They were simple ~black with a delicate strap that said “I am woman. Watch me tap.” They clicked and clacked eloquently across the hardwood floors of our Somerville home, a dancer’s lunge from Boston.  Those shoes, in all their brightness, even made me forget how little the girl and I could actually communicate.

For years I searched high, then low, for a similar pair of those black beauties. Our lovely Spanish student went home after completing her language course, sending us a condolence card of thanks because she must have thought the flower on the front was pretty. Patiently, nay, reverently, I looked for a pair of clackers just like she had in every corner of the city. To no avail.

That is, until I recently found myself in Barcelona on a power of slow trip like no other. My sister and I snatched our passports (and our husbands) for a long weekend on the Mediterranean Coast. Passing by a few boutique stores in search of a new handbag, I spotted the long-awaited footwear that seemed to call out to me like a siren’s song.

Within minutes I was the proud new owner of a pair of Flamenco heels that literally announced my arrival along the cobblestone streets. I smartly clacked my way back to the hotel with a renewed sense of purpose.

It may have taken nearly a decade, but embracing the slow fulfillment of a dream such as this was worthwhile and makes every new step I take all the sweeter for it.

Paris by Vélib

Saturday, September 5th, 2009
Paris by Vélib
Photo Erica Berman.
Text Sarah Raymond

The nice thing about Paris is that it’s small for such a major city; a lot of things you might want to see and do are within walking distance of each other. It’s easy to slow down and walk from one destination to the next: the Louvre is not far from the Marais, from which you can stroll over to the Ile St-Louis & Ile de la Cité, which in turn are just next to St-Germain, and then perhaps you might want to keep going just a bit further - possibly to the Musée d’Orsay, followed by the Eiffel Tower? All of a sudden, though the distance between one place and the next is relatively short, you’ve walked many kilometers. Of course, it’s always nice to slow down even further for a break at a café… but when it’s time to move on, your feet may start to object. There is always the métro - but on a nice day, you may not want to go underground and miss all that the city has to offer.

This is where Vélib’ comes to the rescue. (more…)

Slow movement grows

Tuesday, July 21st, 2009

I don’t have to do a thing

Tuesday, July 14th, 2009

All lifeforms with with a complex nervous system are continuously faced with the same immediate question: What do you do next?

Every second, I make decisions based on an enormous pool of possibilities. Right now, I’m typing this post. Every keystroke represent a decision to continue writing, at the expense of other more tempting options. I could make a cup of coffee, I could take a nap on the couch or I could go for a walk. Just my imagination is limiting the possibilities.

Still, I continue typing, even though nobody is pointing a gun to my head.

The point is, everything I do is a based on a decision between many choices. It isn’t always an easy decision, but it is a decision – and it is my decision.

In any case, I catch myself saying I have to hurry with some things and I don’t have a choice. A few years ago, that was basically how I lived my life. I had to work to make money to pay mortgages and car loans. I had to own a house, as opposed to renting one, because that’s how married couples live, at least here in Norway.

I could have filled this post with all kinds of things I have to do, but you have probably gotten my point already. I suppose at least 75 percent of everything I did on a normal day and 90 percent of how I lived my life, was based on the words I have to – usually followed by a “hurry”. Even though I suffer from chronic fear of numbers, I still think these numbers today are a bit different, probably about 40 and 50 percent respectively, which is a great leap in the right direction. Needless to say, I plan to improve the figures further…

The universal law of having to…

I often hear friends and family talk about responsibilities and duties, and if everyone did what they wanted to do, all the time, the world would collapse into chaos. Then they carry on with a long list of examples, like paying taxes, sending the kids to school, making money, not breaking the law, and so on.

As a scientific theory – some things, a human being just has to do (preferably as soon as possible) – not much scrutiny is needed. If you can find just one example of someone who does not do it, it is not a universal law, is it? I’m sure, if you go through your own list of things you have to do, you will find at least one exception to every point. In addition, you’ll probably see that – when you think about it – not everything needs to be done immediately.

So, if there is no universal law, who decided it applies to you? What are your reasons for doing things that start with I have to, as opposed to I decide to? What will be the consequences from doing it like this? I know it’s a paradox, but I often catch myself using things I have to do as an excuse for things I don’t wish to do. I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one thinking like this.

I should probably mention that I don’t think we should stop paying our taxes, sending our kids to school and so on. Also, some things just have to be done fast, and of course we should when necessary. I like to think that I decide to do these things, and nobody’s forcing me. If I choose to do something, I appreciate it even more, and at the same time I take more responsibility. Also, I usually do it at a more sensible pace. I don’t think I’m the only one thinking like this either.

Why do we have to?

Sometimes, I really don’t have a choice, and there is only one option. Is that really true? I think, at least as a general rule, that this statement is more about a lack of imagination than the lack of possibilities.

If anyone, however unlikely, would point a gun at my head and force me to wrap up this post, I would still have a choice. I would probably not like any of the alternatives, but there would still be options to choose from.

Another alternative is of course that I wouldn’t want the responsibility of the consequences of my choices. It wasn’t my fault, I didn’t want to publish this post, but I had to. I had a gun pointing to my head – and so I had to hurry to write it…

This of course, is a pretty common thought in the public sector here in Norway, where I have my daily job. It’s quite common to hear employees hide behind rules and procedures. I can’t know for sure of course, but I doubt they have a gun pointing in their direction, even though they sometimes act like they did – often with a sloppy result.

The bottom line is, I think the “have to”-attitude is transferred to us at a very early stage, as a part of our socializing process (or the social control…). It is much easier to follow orders if I’m convinced I have no choice, and the only way to implement it is to do it as quickly as possible.

What can be done?

Of course, there is no reason why you have to do anything about this. But there could be several good reasons for you to want to and choose to do something.

I’m quite sure that what is done based on an energy that is derived of the notion of having a choice, is far more pleasurable than what is done based on the notion of not having a choice. I’m also sure the quality and value of the result is much higher with the latter.

To end this, I think a lot of the violence in the world happens as a result of decisions based on no other alternatives and no options. I’m inclined to believe that if we gave ourselves the opportunity to slow down, and act based on the fact that we all have the chance to reconsider, and most importantly choose, much violence, bullying and distress, could be avoided.

So now I choose to wrap this post up, so that I – in my own pace – can put away the laundry or clean the house. Or maybe I’ll take a nap on the couch. It’s my decision…

Canada’s Slow City

Saturday, July 11th, 2009

The Slow Cities movement has been growing, but seems to have had a difficult time crossing the Atlantic Ocean. During my original research on the Slow Cities movement, I interviewed many people in North America who felt that the movement could never work here. They cited the North American lack of history and area-specific roots, lack of localized culture, and love of independence as some of the reasons why Slow Cities would never be successful on this side of the ocean. These people were largely politicians, city planners and other officials. However, when I explained the Slow Cities movement to many of my own friends and others who would be considered “residents” and not “officials” of urban areas, they were intrigued. They asked me questions like: “How can we make our city a Slow City?” and “I want to live in a Slow City. Why isn’t my city like that?”  There seems to be a growing grassroots demand for such cities and spaces — a demand which is increasing the more people learn about the slow movement and the possibilities of Slow Cities. I, for one, felt convinced that a Slow City could indeed exist in North America.

And now I may not be alone. It seems that the Slow Cities movement will be starting in British Columbia, the Canadian province bordering the Pacific Ocean. Specifically, it is Cowichan Bay, B.C., which is planning to be the first Slow City in Canada, and also in North America. I applaud Cowichan Bay for taking the initiative and for not listening to the naysayers (of which there are many).

The Slow Cities movement has much to teach North America. While Slow Food has taken root here already, many people continue to feel that the urban areas should be progressive and not “stuck in the past” (as many interpret Slow Cities to be). Many North American cities choose quantity over quality. They do not understand that quality can coexist with progress, and that quality of life can indeed be stronger if the slow movement philosophies were considered and incorporated.

My hope is that Cowichan Bay will emerge as a model. Not every location will choose to be a Slow City, but at least some of the philosophy could be adopted by more and more North American places. Cities, towns and neighbourhoods could benefit by understanding the positive effects of living more slowly.

I might not have everything

Monday, July 6th, 2009

These days I’m feeling way behind when it comes to answering all the comments, emails and messages I get. I know for certain that many people think it’s because I’m so bogged down in my book project – “The Big Book About Bullying”, and everything that happens around me. And some people probably think I seem to enjoy it just a little bit too much. Petty is so visible when other people are successful, and this is what I experience now.

Still, I allow myself to be both excited and proud – and sometimes completely absorbed. I am overwhelmed and baffled, but also worried over the fact that I don’t always have the energy to follow everything up, like it deserves. There are no limits to the amount of positive feedback and friendliness around me. I constantly feel the need to pinch myself, just to make sure that this is for real. I’m grateful to have good people around me, who are both happy for me and who help me balance it all through their honest feedback. I’m not going to cover up that over the last few months, I’ve had to take the fight with the “time- and energy thieves” around me, something that has been hard, but necessary.

In the midst of everything nice going on, it is also a fact that I within just a fem months, have had two serious stints with illness, and therefore have been ”ordered” to calm down for a while. As the doctor says, “calm, but as normally as possible.” A paradox for me, who likes to live “a fast life on the edge!” So, to make the best of the situation I in no way intended to happen, I spend my days excercising writing and connecting with people. The most important thing for me is to not end up just laying on the couch, moping about drugs that don’t work the way they should, and about not being as physically active as I like to be. So these days I take aim – from the couch, the yard and the beach – and create meaningful content for these days that still race along.

Almost daily, I get messages from people who care about me, who ask me to take care of myself in the midst of everything. That I need to slow down and listen to the signals my body is sending out. Those are all important reminders for a curly girl, who for the last ten years has been running like I had the devil himself on my heels. And in some ways I have, because I’ve had myself on my heels. I have, through working too much, socializing too much or isolate myself, tried to push and run away from all the discomfort and seriousness, which has affected my life too much. At one point, I didn’t have the energy to run any longer.

The last years, I’ve spent a lot of time taking back the control over how much seriousness and discomfort I will allow into my life. At last I have succeeded. The truth is, I’ve never lived my life more slowly, or have lived better, than I do right now. Along with the slowness, unknown reserves filled with creativity, insight, courage and belief in myself have opened up!

For the first time in my 35-year long life, I can say, with my hand on my heart, that even though I might not have everything, I’m not missing anything either. Even though many things could be different, I’m enjoying these slow days.

Le Slow Dating (en français)

Thursday, July 2nd, 2009