In Nicaragua, a Miskito separatist movement

The Miskito indians of Nicaragua’s Caribbean coast have a history of clashes dating back to the Spanish conquest and leading through to the Contra War. More recently their coast was badly damaged by Hurricane Felix in 2007, and largely neglected by Managua in the aftermath of the storm. The Miskitos, suffering under the same exploits of other indigenous people in Latin American recently declared their independence.

The Council of Elders of the Miskito people has an extensive list of grievances. For as long local residents can remember, the federal government has allowed outside companies to exploit the raw materials in their jungle territory — everything from lobster to lumber to gold. Little benefit has come to the people who eke out a living here, they say.

Fed up, the separatists seized the region’s ruling party headquarters on April 19 and appointed Héctor Williams as their wihta tara, or great judge. Mr. Williams, a local religious leader whose thin black mustache stretches out toward his deep dimples, said the region suffered from a variety of woes — devastating hurricanes and rat plagues to a mysterious disease known as grisi siknis, which is marked by collective bouts of hysteria.

“We have the right to autonomy and self-government,” declared Wycleff Diego, the breakaway movement’s ambassador abroad, as he held up the United Nations Declaration on the Rights of Indigenous Peoples.

Eating sustainable fish

I think I was like a lot of kids in the fact that I never really cared for eating fish. Catching fish I loved (though I seldom did), but eating them? No thank you!

My tastes, of course, changed as I got older. Sure I love a good dry-aged ribeye or slow-cooked pork loin, but now my favorite proteins come from the sea (and lakes). A new film, The End of the Line, contemplates a world without fish, which is a reality closer than you probably think unless we change our habits.

Bittman writes today about these modern perils of buying fish and reveals an interesting insight about people’s fish-buying habits in his blog.

Whatever Works

Woody Allen’s latest movie, “Whatever Works”, channels his neuroses through Larry David. Add Larry David’s own neuroses to that equation and you’re bound to get either a great comedy or a great flop. The trailer looks promising. This is also Allen’s first film set in Manhattan since “Melinda and Melinda” in 2004. “Whatever Works” is in limited release next week — hopefully that includes Minneapolis.

Full life-cycle emissions of train worse than plane

A study from UC Berkeley compared the emissions of 11 different transportation modes starting from their manufacture. The study found, among other things, that trains can emit more greenhouse gases than planes, which I’m sure will piss off all those who think a network of rail lines that go slower than the ones in Europe over longer distances will somehow solve all our problems. (The same people who assume locally grown food must have less of an impact on the environment.)

Gauging Happiness

A Harvard study began in 1937 has tracked 268 males (all Harvard students when the study began) to find out, put simply, what makes people happy. The study is intensely detailed with everything from one-on-one interviews to obscure measurements like the “hanging length of the scrotum.”

Joshua Wolf Shenk is, if we believe him, the first person to be given access to the records of the study and what it has revealed. Much of it is counterintuitive.

The study has yielded some additional subtle surprises. Regular exercise in college predicted late-life mental health better than it did physical health. And depression turned out to be a major drain on physical health: of the men who were diagnosed with depression by age 50, more than 70 percent had died or were chronically ill by 63. More broadly, pessimists seemed to suffer physically in comparison with optimists, perhaps because they’re less likely to connect with others or care for themselves.

Maybe most interesting are the excerpts from case files included in the article, some of which read like dystopian short stories about the privileged and East Coast elites.

In all Vaillant’s literature—and, by agreement, in this essay, too—the Grant Study men remain anonymous. (Even the numbers on the case studies have been changed.) A handful have publicly identified themselves—including Ben Bradlee, the longtime editor of The Washington Post, who opened his memoir, A Good Life, with his first trip to the study office. John F. Kennedy was a Grant Study man, too, though his files were long ago withdrawn from the study office and sealed until 2040. Ironically, it was the notation of that seal in the archive that allowed me to confirm JFK’s involvement, which has not been recognized publicly before now.

Just as interesting is the man who has been the long-time patron of the study, George Vaillant.

Indeed, the lives themselves—dramatic, pathetic, inspiring, exhausting—resonate on a frequency that no data set could tune to. The physical material—wispy sheets from carbon copies; ink from fountain pens—has a texture. You can hear the men’s voices, not only in their answers, but in their silences, as they stride through time both personal (masturbation reports give way to reports on children; career plans give way to retirement plans) and historical (did they vote for Dewey or Truman?; “What do you think about today’s student protesters, drug users, hippies, etc.?”). Secrets come out. One man did not acknowledge to himself until he reached his late 70s that he was gay. With this level of intimacy and depth, the lives do become worthy of Tolstoy or Dostoyevsky.

George Vaillant has not been just the principal reader of these novels. To a large extent, he is the author. He framed most of the questions; he conducted most of the interviews, which exist, not in recordings or transcripts, but only in his notes and interpretations. To explain the study, I needed to understand him, and how the themes from his life circled back to inform his work (and vice versa).

What Makes Us Happy?” is a bit long, but worth the time.

Hot dog diplomacy

U.S. embassies this year can invite Iranian officials to their Fourth of July receptions for the first time since the 1979 seizure of the American Embassy in Tehran. The receptions often include hot dogs, which apparently have a long history in U.S. foreign relations:

There is no record of the founding fathers ever eating hot dogs, no trace, for example, of mustard on the Declaration of Independence. But the hot dog has played a role in American foreign relations since at least June 1939, when the king and queen of England attended a picnic at President Franklin D. Roosevelt’s estate in Hyde Park, N.Y., while soliciting American support for England in the war about to consume Europe.

A more delicate diplomatic matter concerned Queen Elizabeth. According to “The Roosevelts and the Royals,” a 2004 book by Will Swift, the queen turned to President Roosevelt and asked: “How do you eat it?”

He is said to have answered: “Very simple. Push it into your mouth and keep pushing it until it is all gone.”