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Power information for the people

In Greener Homes on September 16, 2012

Bill benchmarking must go beyond the average.

WHEN householders hand Lara Olsen their electricity bills, they watch her with nervous eyes.

“We’ve spent lots of time doing residential energy assessments,” says Ms Olsen, from Energy Return.

“Everyone asks, ‘Is this normal?’ Some look at you as though they’ve received a test result and they’re handing it to a doctor. They’ve paid it for the past 20 years, but never really had a chance to read it and understand what it means. Using as much electricity as we like is something we’ve taken for granted. But I think that’s changing.”

That change, however, won’t necessarily mean lower bills or less brown coal electricity.

Illustration by Robin Cowcher

If you visit the Energy Made Easy website (set up by the Australian Energy Regulator), you can type in your postcode, together with the number of people who live in your home, and find out the seasonal average electricity use in your area. Electricity retailers are now required to provide this information on our bills too.

It’s a nifty site, but Ms Olsen says just stating the mean isn’t good enough. Average household energy consumption is skewed: it’s pushed up by a relatively small number of very high consumers. And that means we’re creating a social norm that’s higher than the typical home, and much higher than an efficient one.

“At the moment, that benchmark is the average and the majority of people actually use less than the average,” she explains. “If this information keeps going out as it is, we will create the social license to consume more.”

Energy Return has been working with the Moreland Energy Foundation and several councils in Melbourne’s north (and the Horsham Rural City Council) to test a better target.

The councils are part of the Northern Alliance for Greenhouse Action. From now until November, they’re piloting the “Go 5” campaign, which promotes a target of 5 kilowatt-hours per person per day (for households with gas).

“We’re helping people think about their individual energy use,” says Judy Bush, executive officer of the alliance. “But we’re also creating targets and benchmarks for this region. We’re saying: ‘This is what you and your neighbours could all be aiming for’.”

The councils are testing different tactics, from community workshops to publicity campaigns. Some will focus on “bill busting” and others on using new metering portals to understand how we use electricity.

In Nillumbik Shire, the “Watts your power 3099?” campaign will encourage householders to set their own energy targets, based on 5 kilowatt-hours per person per day, and offer prizes and incentives for those who take part.

For most people, it isn’t a stretch target. Ms Bush, for example, says she uses “dramatically less than that” in her two-person household.

But, just as with the Target 155 campaign on water, they picked a number that’s achievable, rather than intimidating.

Ms Bush says the pilot campaign will help her team analyse whether “Go 5” is the right goal, and also, whether or not people will continue to cut their bills, even if they reach the magic number.

The target is harder for a one-person household than for a family of five, so larger households could comfortably aim much lower. “The more people you have in a household the more efficient it gets per person, because you’re spreading the use of appliances, like fridges and heating, across more people,” she says.

Read this article at The Age online.

You might be interested in this related article, about the effect of social norms on consumption. 

Re-empowering Port Augusta

In Blog on September 14, 2012

AS we rolled into Port Augusta, Allan, the travelling salesman who was driving, told me that South Australians call the town Port Agutter. “No one cares about anything much up here,” he said. A police car was stopped up ahead. “That’ll be an issue with the tinted ones.”

Until then, we’d had a pleasant yarn. When we got closer, we saw a young Indigenous man sitting on the footpath.

The council’s slogan is “the crossroads of Australia”. I suppose Allan would snigger at that. In part, it’s a service town – nearly a third of employees are in community or admin work. One in five of the town’s residents are Indigenous. It’s a hub for the state’s northern regions.

Mainly, though, it’s a struggling industrial town. Cargo trains line its eastern flank, and coal power plants lie south and north. The lung cancer rate is twice the expected national average.

Nevertheless, at the top of Spencer Gulf, the foreshore is pretty. I drove to Perth in the heat of summer ten years ago and one of the images that remains in my mind is watching young Indigenous kids backflipping into the sparkling water from a small jetty there.

This time, my experience countered Allan’s cynicism. In fact, I lingered a day longer, because I’d been told there’d be a stall outside Woolies, set up by Repower Port Augusta.

In the library, I briefly met Daniel Spencer, a worker with the Australian Youth Climate Coalition who’d been living there for a few months, helping with the local community group’s campaign. We didn’t talk long – he was heading off to meet with a local elder.

The Repower campaign unites some unlikely allies: the local council, the business coalition and the National Union of Workers, as well as environmentalists near and far. They all want to replace the two coal power plants with solar thermal ones, if for different reasons. The locals want jobs, and solar thermal promises more ongoing employment than the other alternative, gas.

The plan (PDF) was developed by renewable energy advocate Beyond Zero Emissions. It says six solar thermal plants and 95 wind turbines would match the base-load capacity of the two coal plants.

For the time being, neither plant is operating, although the generator, Alinta, plants to fire up one for the summertime peak season. But it, too, is interested in solar thermal, albeit on a smaller scale.

A poll taken by Repower last month recorded votes from one-third of the town’s residents, and 99 out of every 100 ticked the box for renewables. This Sunday, September 16, there’ll be a rally signalling the start of the Walk for Solar. About 100 students are marching from there to Adelaide – 325 kilometres in two weeks – arriving for another rally in the big smoke, where they’re calling for an end to the coal smoke altogether.

So, with all this in mind, I thought I’d stick around. But the stall didn’t happen. Overnight, the federal government announced it had stopped negotiations for payouts to close the country’s least efficient plants, Port Augusta’s among them. They’ll receive compensation to keep running, instead. Dan jumped on a bus to Adelaide to attend a protest, and figure out what next.

In the absence of the stall, I got the best image I could. Just put your thumb over the ‘Ty’.

My experience in Port Augusta also countered Allan’s racism. Heading north, I got a lift from Robbie and Jimmy Barnes, an Arabunna man and his son, who were driving to Roxby Downs, where Jimmy was about to do a stint as a trades assistant.

Robbie had lived and worked there for a spell, decades ago. He’d worked all over as a boiler-maker. Early in the drive, there was a moment of silence. He shifted stiffly in his seat and looked at me in the rearview. “C’mon Mick, give us some yarnin’. Tell us a story about what it’s like in Melbourne!”

I went blank, but it didn’t matter. Robbie filled the space. He was talker of the first order. He spoke about growing up on Davenport Reserve north of town, the places they’d walked and camped, and how many goals he kicked from the forward flank. He grouched about young men drinking and fighting, about his diabetes and failing eyesight, and about the black cloud from Maralinga that killed his wife’s mother and many of her people.

As we drove on, Jimmy began to talk more too. He said there were too many suicides in town. But he thought that the programs run by a group of local Indigenous men called Males in Black (PDF, see page 12) made a difference, if only they could run them more often.

They dropped me off in Pimba, inviting me to visit them when I came to Port Augusta next time. “Just ask for the Barnes Boys,” Robbie said, with a wry smile. “We’re more famous than the Kelly Gang.”

The Co-operation

In Community development, Social justice on September 12, 2012

A food-bowl community experiments with working together.

Overland Journal, Spring 2012

KEN and Ruth Covington were sacked last May, along with their 144 co-workers at the Heinz factory at Girgarre, in Victoria’s Goulburn Valley. It was the latest in a series of manufacturing job losses in the region, but after it happened, the Covingtons hosted two days of parties. The first day was a wake; the second, a surprise wedding.

It began on a Friday. Normal shifts were cancelled and all the employees asked to gather at the factory. The driveway into the plant, on the eastern edge of the small town, is called Progress Street. Ken and Ruth, who had worked there for nearly 13 years, drove in with their son-in-law, who had been employed for nearly seven.

Shortly afterwards, the company put out a press release, headed: ‘Heinz Australia announces productivity initiatives to accelerate future growth.’ It announced 344 job losses across three locations, including the full closure of its Girgarre plant.

Covington, a stout man with a grey-flecked handlebar moustache, was the Australian Manufacturing Workers’ Union delegate for the site. He is in remission from bowel cancer and moves with a stiffness that communicates pain. Immediately after the announcement, he walked around and spoke to a lot of people. ‘Remember, it’s only a job,’ he said. ‘You haven’t died. You can get a new job.’

The managers invited the workers to gather in the smoko room for tea and biscuits, but few wanted to stay. Many headed for the Covingtons’ farm instead. When Ken arrived home, cars lined both sides of the road, and his co-workers had already begun a long day and night of drinking and commiserating. In the wee hours, a union colleague wondered aloud about taking over the plant themselves. ‘There’s no way we could do that,’ Covington replied. ‘We put sauce in bottles, that’s as far as our expertise goes.’

The next day was Ruth’s fiftieth birthday party, at a local hall. At 9 pm, a celebrant took the stage. The curtain was drawn, revealing – to surprise and mirth – Ken wearing a suit. Their grandchildren wandered in holding flowers and their eldest son gave Ruth away. They’d been together for nearly three decades, but hadn’t got around to the formalities. The festivities continued; there was music and a dance floor, and a big bonfire outside.

I drove to the Covingtons’ farm in May this year. It happened to be almost a year to the day since Heinz’s announcement. Ken reminisced about his surprise nuptials. “The mood was still great,” he told me. “Get a few sherbets into us and everyone forgot. We just put it behind us for the night – you got to.”

Just as the Covingtons’ did with their wedding, so the community has decided, improbably, that the show must go on. When I visited, the current edition of the local paper, the Kyabram Free Press, carried five articles on the official launch of the Goulburn Valley Food Co-operative, its soon-to-begin training initiatives, its ambitious million members campaign and the out-of-towners who blew in to support it.

The co-operative has only recently formed as an entity. It is not yet producing anything – other than grand plans – but already very many people have taken an interest. ‘It is going to be a paddock-to-plate co-op, so everyone from the farmer through to the marketer is going to be a member,’ Covington said. ‘It’s radical in its concept. If we get this up and going, it could be a template for other places in Australia that want to do the same thing.’

In the last year, Covington has become a regular media performer. He has been interviewed for news and current affairs shows on every television channel, as well as several radio stations and newspapers, both local and national. This April, he and Ruth appeared on an episode of SBS’s Insight dedicated to the decline of manufacturing in Australia. ‘The New York Times too,’ he said, as we sat in the autumn sun, between his ramshackle shed and the disused dairy. ‘Someone rang up from there.’

Despite the encouragement he offered his co-workers on the day of the sacking, Covington is worried about the lack of work. Before they started at Heinz, he and Ruth were full-time dairy farmers. They moved to the Goulburn Valley 22 years ago, hoping to establish a farm that could withstand generations. Back then, every property on their road, for 14 kilometres north to Kyabram, was a dairy farm. Just seven of them are still milking.

‘We came up here from Gippsland because we thought this is where our kids would have the best chance to follow us into agriculture if they wanted to. Now there’s no hope. We sold up. It’s just a hobby now – we grow a few beef, a few horses,’ Covington said.

Since the factory finally shut in January he’s been unemployed, although the hope of a truck-driving job hovers a month away. Each day, he wakes at 5 am and spends an hour or two answering the co-op’s emails.

He can recite examples of hundreds of recent job cuts at local manufacturers, and list nearby farms that are now foreign-owned. ‘I’m really scared of the future of this country,’ he said. ‘What are we doing, where are we going?’

He has a knack for down-to-earth, parochial sound bites. On ‘Australia All Over’, the popular Sunday morning ABC radio show broadcast throughout the country, Covington told the host, Macca, that it had poured with rain at both their rallies. ‘After ten years of drought, we take that as God’s way of sayin’ He’s supporting our cause,’ he said, on air.

Covington has been on ‘Australia All Over’ three times. ‘He’s been great, Macca,’ he told me, ‘because the cause we’re fighting for is exactly the cause he’s fighting for all the time on his program: keeping things made in Australia.’

***

Not far from the Covingtons’ farm is Chilgala, the property formerly owned by Sir John ‘Black Jack’ McEwen, a short-term Prime Minister (23 days, after Harold Holt vanished at Portsea) and long-term Country Party enforcer. When McEwen was 20, unhappy about the prices that he and other local farmers were receiving from the nearby butter factory, he founded the Stanhope Dairy Co-operative.

In the evening, after I met the Covingtons, I drove to Chilgala to visit its current owner, Les Cameron.

Several graduate architects and their friends were there too, bunked in for a week, building an experimental rammed-earth studio and renovating the McEwen-era farmhouse, which is sometimes used as a training venue for Cameron’s business, the National Food Institute. The Institute offers accredited training for food industry companies, including Heinz; for most of the week Cameron works from the head office, a converted foundry in Brunswick, in Melbourne’s inner-north.

Inside the house at Chilgala, which Cameron has owned since the early 1990s, the young designers were hatching various plans. Cameron held court over the chaos, leaning over the kitchen bench, his reading classes dangling round his neck. ‘There’s nothing innately good about co-operatives,’ he told me. Some are run by well-intentioned folks who don’t charge enough to cover their costs; others by self-interested primary producers seeking monopoly rents.

‘Black Jack’s co-operative was a group with common interest – they were all farmers on territory they’d stolen off the Aboriginals and they were there to maximise their own outcome. Not something particularly praiseworthy as far as I’m concerned,’ he said.

Cameron is fit and broad shouldered and speaks in a low, insistent murmur. He wears woollen cardigans and has a habit of leaving sentences half finished while he pushes on to the next thought. On the Goulburn Valley Food Co-operative’s Facebook page, there’s a collection of photos from the launch in Kyabram, including one tagged ‘Our leader Les Cameron’, in which he stands behind a microphone, gesturing with an open hand.

Another day, when I interviewed him, Cameron protested at this notion. He rebuked me for asking too much about his past – as a teacher and principal in community schools, and, until the early 1980s, as a member of the Labor Left (he once stood for pre-selection against Bob Hawke) – and warned me against overemphasising his role among the co-op’s many contributors. ‘It’s very important that it comes through that this is a huge collaboration,’ he said.

At the group’s first rally, in the footy sheds at Girgarre last August, Cameron called on the crowd to raise their hands and then step to the front if they wanted to join the committee that ‘takes it to the next level’. About three-dozen people stood up. The active members include farmers, food processing workers and engineers, as well as a food supply-chain academic from Sydney and a local who used to be a financial manager for a large multinational.

At first, the group proposed to Heinz that they’d run the factory for them, producing the same sauce lines. Later, they offered to purchase the site outright, drawing on funding from some members’ superannuation and a promise of two dollars million from a white knight investor. Heinz refused both offers. In early April, it sold the site to an undisclosed buyer.

Meanwhile, the group decided against accepting the large individual contributions in favour of funding itself through member-ownership. Lifetime membership costs $50. ‘Six of us could have bought it, but before long we’d turn into Black Jack,’ Cameron said. ‘This is a different sort of co-operative. Everybody in this community is dependent on each other, because all of a sudden it is not viable to run production here without collaboration.’

The co-operative’s model, described at the launch, is based in part on the Mondragon co-operatives from the Basque country, in Spain. Beginning with two-dozen workers making paraffin stoves in 1956, the Mondragon Co-operative Corporation now comprises a web of over 250 businesses (including a university and a bank), half of which are owned by their workers.

‘We’re talking about production in the widest sense,’ Cameron said. ‘We’ve got to have the farmers, the workers and the distributors. We have an education arm, a fund that’s building up, and a manufacturing arm that will start up. That’s what links us to Mondragon’s philosophy: those three things. You can’t do just one.’

Within a fortnight of the launch in Kyabram, it had nearly 500 members, all signed up in anticipation of a promise: that they’re willing to try another way. ‘Here’s the real story,’ Cameron told me. ‘This is not just a few people in the Goulburn Valley getting their act together. This is the end of global capitalism in the way we know it, and we’ve got to reform our society.’

***

Each year, Australian Bureau of Statistics Year Book is threaded with articles on designated themes; in 2012, it features the United Nations’ International Year of Co-operatives. One of its diagrams, taken from the International Co-operatives Alliance, outlines co-operative values: democracy, equality, equity, solidarity, self-help and self-responsibility.

There is something disorienting about scrolling official websites and finding sanctioned celebrations of co-operation, so completely has the idea vanished from public debate. In a paper called ‘The disappearance of co-operatives from economics textbooks’, Finish economist Panu Kalmi scoured the texts chosen by the University of Helsinki between 1905 and 2005. Before the Second World War, the analyses of co-operatives were extensive and complex; more recently, they were thin and unsystematic, if at all. Yet over the decades, co-operatives had continued to grow in Finland. Kalmi blamed the simultaneous rise of neo-classical economics and the increased reach of the state – solutions were only to be found by means of regulation or by the absence of it.

Co-operatives, he said, use local knowledge and seek local, institutional answers instead. In simplest terms, they are organisations in which each member has an equal vote. They exist to serve their members, rather than shareholders or customers.

The Year Book describes a sector in decline, but still much larger than you might think – there are about 1700 co-operatives, mutuals and credit unions in Australia. Last year, the top hundred of them had over 13 million members and employed over 26,000 people. Worldwide, more than a billion people are co-op owners, and nearly 100 million people work in them.

One of the contributors to the ABS Year Book was Professor Tim Mazzarol, from the University of Western Australia. He is a business academic, with an interest in small business and entrepreneurism. Four years ago, at the behest of Co-operatives WA, he began researching co-operatives.

In the course of an extended literature review, he found himself reading through old economics and social geography journals. ‘In the United States, the peak of interest in co-operatives was from 1930 to 1933,’ he told me. ‘And I’m seeing the same trend now.

‘Since 2008–9 we’ve seen the collapse of the paradigm of conventional business, particularly in the finance sector, but increasingly in other places. It’s as big, if not bigger, than the Great Depression. I don’t know where it’s going, but it isn’t finished.’

The Year Book also describes the progress of an unheralded legislative reform: the Co-operatives National Law. After five years of negotiation among the states and territories – which are responsible for laws about co-operatives – the New South Wales parliament recently passed standardised rules. The rest must do the same before next May, and when they do, it will become much easier for co-operatives to register, trade and report.

‘The form has been around for a long, long time and in recent years it’s been overlooked. The new legislation gives it some new life: it’s old wine in a new bottle,’ Mazzarol said.

‘We have to understand a co-operative as a hybrid that is about generating economic capital and social capital. It is there for the community – that is embedded in its principles. And we need more of that because too often capital is very transient and footloose; it will come into town and set up, but as soon as the business model suggests there are better profits offshore, it’s gone.’

***

Last year, as the Goulburn Valley Food Co-operative surfaced and began scouting for solid ground, Race Mathews visited Mondragon. It was the fifth time he had travelled there since the mid-1980s. He wanted to see how the co-operatives were coping with the struggling European economy.

Mathews was the chief of staff to Gough Whitlam in opposition, and afterwards a long-serving Labor member of parliament. For decades, he has championed the mutual sector in Australia. ‘I’m a true believer,’ he told me. He is straight-backed when standing, but when he sits, he slouches deep in his armchair, in the manner of someone accustomed to lengthy deliberation.

‘There was a golden age of mutuals in Australia, when they were a very significant part of the economy indeed. And that really came to an end with a bang in the early 1980s when the first wave of demutualisations hit the sector – initially, it was the big agricultural co-operatives, but it gradually fanned out to cover just about the lot,’ he said.

‘What you’ve got at the moment is a shrunken, demoralised, disorganised collection of co-operative businesses all going off in their separate directions. Signs of hope are few and far between.’

Mathews’ book, Jobs of our own, first published in 1999, makes a case for worker co-operatives as a means for distributing wealth and reinvigorating civil society. In it, he traces the growth of the Mondragon co-operatives, and the thinking of their founder, a Catholic priest named José María Arizmendiarreta, who argued that solidarity between classes was necessary in order to create a more just social order.

Arizmendiarreta died in 1976. Beginning in the late 1980s, Mondragon embarked on an aggressive growth strategy. At its peak before the global financial crisis, it was the seventh largest business group in Spain, employing more than 100,000 people. But only one-third of them were member-owners.

Throughout the 1990s, American academic George Cheney spent several months studying three of the co-operatives, interviewing members and observing meetings. Afterwards, he described a waning culture of solidarity and participation, one that missed ‘a forceful commitment to their social ideology’.

Both workers and managers tended to uncritically accept market dogma – the imperative to grow, or die – and had adopted corporate management language. ‘When I next visit Mondragon,’ he wrote, ‘I would not be surprised to hear description of different departments of a co-operative as ‘suppliers’ and ‘customers’.’

Another American academic who studied the co-operatives in the mid-90s, Sharryn Kasmir, went further. She argued that Mondragon’s workers didn’t meaningfully consider themselves owners, and also, participated less often in the community’s wider struggles. One lesson, she wrote, was ‘to be skeptical of models that make business forms rather than people the agents of social change’.

More recently, however, the co-operatives’ general assembly resolved to offer membership to all the workers in its retail chain, Eroski, and to convert its international subsidiaries to worker-ownership too, so far as possible.

Since the downturn these plans have been put on hold. Even so, to his great satisfaction, Mathews discovered that the group is proving more resilient than much of the Spanish economy. Employment has remained steady for the last three years, and the co-operatives are turning a profit. Their durability reaffirms Mathews’ belief that only the ownership of work provides strong enough motivation to hold co-operatives together ‘for the long haul’.

In October, a speaker from the Mondragon Corporation will present at a national conference on co-operatives in Port Macquarie. Australia has had many financial, agricultural and retail co-operatives, but so far, little experience with worker-ownership. ‘That’s really what Mondragon is about – a triumphantly successful exercise in the hiring of capital by labour, rather than vice versa,’ Mathews said.

***

Cameron and I left Chilgala and drove to the house of another of the co-op’s board members, Graham Truran. It was very dark and we got lost on the way. When we arrived, the others, including Ken Covington, were already there. It was the first board meeting since the group had been officially registered as a co-operative.

Six of us sat on leather couches in Truran’s large living room. Discussion nagged at one key concern: how could they process memberships and respond to all the questions? Enquiries were coming in fast since the launch in Kyabram but there were glitches with their website’s system. ‘How will we deal with 100,000 emails, when we’ve just got Ken answering them?’ Cameron asked.

The money they raise will create a ‘food bank’, but for the time being, they don’t know exactly how it will operate. Their fledgling drive for members reminded me of a story I read about the first Mondragon co-op. In an interview forty years later, one of the founders, Alfonso Gorroñogoitia, had recalled that at the time, they weren’t really sure what they were embarking on; with hindsight it all seemed much clearer. But they were sure about their values and their commitment ‘to creating employment and more generally benefitting our community; that dedication made possible the great personal sacrifices that secured the position of the co-operatives,’ he said.

The British co-operative academic, Johnston Birchall, describes the importance of social capital – the trust and the deep civic connections among people in regions such as the Basque country and the north of Italy, where the most worker-run co-operatives are located. In the lounge room, the task of securing so many members seemed implausibly large. Two of the board members hadn’t turned up, without explanation. I wondered if those common values were strong enough, both in the room and the region.

The other matter for discussion that night was the introductory session, to be held the coming weekend, for people interested in becoming worker-owners of the co-op’s first project: a new factory in Kyabram, which aims to create up to 60 jobs, manufacturing niche lines from local produce. (At the launch they gave away samples of tomato bread and tomato sausages). Covington said he had invited the ex-Heinz workers, but he wasn’t sure how many would show up. Whoever signs on will complete a year-long training course with the National Food Institute, during which time they’ll collaboratively design the enterprise, from the equipment and logistics, to the products and marketing. The Institute will donate its subsidy for the training – about $4000 for each graduate – to the newly qualified workers, as their starting equity in the factory.

***

When I saw Cameron the following week, he was enthusiastic. About 40 people had attended. ‘Almost all of them were ex-Heinz workers who are under some distress and it certainly gave them hope,’ he said.

There was something else too. The Indigenous unemployment rate in the Goulburn Valley is very high: in 2006, it was 20 per cent, well above the national Indigenous average and three-and-a-half times the rest of the local population.

Recently, Cameron found out that the National Food Institute had over a hundred Indigenous students, most of them from the valley. Provoked by this information, he was buzzing with the idea of Indigenous membership in the co-op. ‘Think of the potential of that!’ he said. ‘It blows my head.

‘Towards the end of the training session I actually said that to all these other whitefellas in the room: “How would you feel about that proposition?” And what I loved was that there was unanimous support for it. That notion of fairness is just a stunning opportunity.

‘I’m quite happy to say we’ve got a range of people here that could be called from the far Right to the far Left. What we have in common is the notion of co-operation and fair play. And that is very strong.’

Follow this link to read the article at Overland online. You can read a Q&A about the article there too.

Connecting backyard innovators

In Greener Homes on September 9, 2012

Householders are working on the alternative technology we need.

ON Wednesday 19 September, at Swinburne University in Hawthorn, you’ll find sun-tracking louvers, a nifty clip that helps you protect tomatoes from hungry birds, and two people who’ve made their own solar air-heaters (one of them from aluminium cans).

It’s the annual project night for the Melbourne Branch of the Alternative Technology Association.

The night’s organiser, and the convenor of the branch, Paul Fritze, says two-dozen people will briefly introduce their sustainability projects. Afterwards, they’ll exhibit what they’ve done, while everyone mingles and learns.

It’s a free event, supported by the School of Engineering at Swinburne University. “People who’ve been working away on their own can come along and display what they’re doing,” he says. “It’s about connecting ideas, skills and technology.

“Anything goes – there’s a permaculture food gardening course, a chap who builds battery packs for different uses by recycling old lithium batteries, and someone who’s been running a micro-hydro power generator for 30 years.”

Illustration by Robin Cowcher

Mr Fritze has been toiling at a number of schemes himself. With others, he’s planning a more permanent residence for the Melbourne branch, as well as the Association’s electric vehicle group and the Melbourne HackerSpace (a twice-weekly gathering of tech-hardware hobbyists), among others.

“The idea is to create a shared project space for different groups doing all sorts of things, where they can hold meetings, exhibitions and workshops, and come across one another,” he says.

It’ll be fitted out with technical equipment such as a laser cutter and a 3D-printer, which will allow people to experiment far beyond what’s possible in their own backyard.

Much like the project night, the idea is to generate cross-disciplinary projects. “We could get 3D-printer enthusiasts to team up with a jeweller, or someone working in disability who needs something built,” Mr Fritze says.

He says there’s “a whole swag of passionate doers” all over the city, constantly tinkering with new ways to make their gadgets more efficient and reduce their environmental impact.

“You couldn’t stop them if you tried,” he says. “And if you can provide a place for them to meet face-to-face, without telling them what to do, things just happen. It’s wonderful. There are all kinds of environmental, social and artistic benefits that come out of it.”

The Alternative Technology Association itself is evidence of that. It was established in 1980 and now has over 9000 members and subscribers.

From its national office, also based in Melbourne, it produces two magazines, ReNew and Sanctuary, which cover passive solar design, water conservation and renewable energy for households. Last year it launched Tankulator, a free online calculator that helps you figure out what size rainwater tank you need, and provides information on tank materials, siting, installation, filters and pumps.

As well as the group in Melbourne, there are 14 other local branches around the country (and one in New Zealand), all run by volunteer members.

“They’re all doers – they’re not complainers,” Mr Fritze says. “They’d rather get on and make the things that we need to change the way we’re living.”

If you want to glean some of their good ideas, you can visit the households open for tours today as a part of Sustainable House Day (some of them organised by the Association’s Melbourne branch). There are 60 houses on show all over the state, from 10 am until 4 pm – and it’s free.

Read this article at The Age online

The Hitching Post

In Blog on September 5, 2012

I GOT a lift this afternoon without even trying. I’d been dropped on the highway at the turn off to Port Pirie, about three hours north of Adelaide, and I was standing in the dirt, head down, scribbling in my notebook.

I’m in the practice of writing the names of each person who gives me a lift, together with a few choice details. So I was writing: “Andi and Jim, Port Wakefield to Port Pirie, maroon Mazda 323, nurse and plasterer, heart arrhythmia and bipolar, Coca Cola beanie, adult kids, the golden rule tattooed on his left forearm, Jim wants ‘to go on an adventure, hey’, like me…” when a white van slowed and stopped up ahead.

It was Harm (pronounced, to my ears, something like Harem). He’s balding, with a thin grey ponytail, and great joy in his face. The great joy is always there – of that I was sure very quickly – but he was particularly chuffed right then, thrilled by my means of travel.

We talked enthusiastically. He reminisced about his wandering days, and picking up hitchers past, and how he and his wife, Tinky, ran a hostel where they live, in the big old ship workshop in Port Germein. Now they run a small gallery, called Germein Art Focus, where they show Harm’s work and that of six other local artists.

Harm and Tinky have re-furbished their building, which dates from the 1880s. He took me there to visit. It is magnificent: stone walls and huge wooden doors with the original doorknobs and locks.

When they bought it, there was a hitching post on either side, Harm told me. He was just describing the building, but to me the detail seemed significant. They’ve created something that people – locals and wayfarers alike – want to attach themselves to.

He brewed coffee and told me about how he’d arrived in Australia on the last of the migrant boats from the Netherlands and talked his way into a surveying job, almost on the spot. “Anything was possible then,” he said.

Port Germein was once Australia’s largest grain port. There’s not much to the town now, besides the quiet, and a long wooden jetty, which reaches 1500 metres over the shallow Spencer Gulf, towards Whyalla on the other side. 

I walked out, and by gee, it sure is a long jetty. At the end a few gnarled dudes were fishing. One had ridden out on a pushbike, rigged with plastic pipes to stow his rods. “Caught anything?” I asked.

“A squid and a crab,” he said. “So far.”

By the time I returned, the sun was setting. It glowed pink on the silver timber of the jetty, and the Flinders Ranges in the distance.

Over our coffee earlier, we’d fallen to discussing nearby Melrose, which has become a popular mountain biking destination, through the vision and efforts of a few residents. I commented on the way they’d changed their small community.

“It is slow,” Harm said. “It takes a long time. You have to keep on going.”

He showed me an aerial surveyors’ photograph of Port Germein in 1988. It was a dustbowl. “I counted 168 trees, and that’s being generous,” he said.

In the decades he and Tinky have been here, they’ve grown thousands of indigenous trees from seed, and given them to locals. The town is transformed. You still couldn’t call it lush, I don’t suppose – the rain shadow from the Flinders Ranges rules that out – but its houses are now nestled among foliage. Behind the gallery, hundreds more seedlings are growing. 

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