biofuels and the food chain


One of my all time favourite books is The Day of The Triffids by John Wyndham.
It is a book which has had a major influence on my life, ever since I was about eight years old and first heard it being read on the radio.In brief, most of the world's population are blinded by some strange lights in the sky, and as a result the Triffids - strange, ambulant, people eating plants (not purple people eaters... that was something else that caused childhood nightmares) are easily able to kill their prey. Society as we know it breaks down and the hero is forced to make some tough choices about survival.


look, there is a movie! I had no idea.


What would you do if you were one of the few people with sight in the world? Work hard to help the others? Recognise the futility of trying to save and feed everyone else and save yourself?

One of the reasons that I am thinking again of the Day of The Triffids is that I went to the launch of the LEAF project recently.

The Leaf Project is bringing together researchers from the University of the Western Cape, the CSIR, Stellenbosch University and the Cape Peninsula University of Technology to find and genetically map the enzymes that most effectively digest lignocellulosics as part of the process of producing ethanol for biofuels.

Leaf (Lignocellulosic Enzymes for Agricultural Feedstocks) has as its basis the concept of producing biofuel in a way that does not compete with food grade carbons.

“We'll be finding ways to use the lignocellulose in the thousands of tons of sugarcane, maize, forestry and soya waste – the leaves and stalks and husks - that are produced in this country each year,” explained Professor Don Cowan, head of the Institute for Microbial Biotechnology and Metagenomics at UWC.

The project is getting off the ground with startup funding of R24.5-million from Plantbio Trust, its biggest ever investment into a venture which is in its high-risk pre-proof of concept phase.

So what's the connection with The Day of the Triffids? In the book the few survivors are able to forge out a new and seemingly cosy existence, without losing too much sleep over the dying masses.

In the LEAF project, like so many projects and initiatives nowadays, the central focus is on making a difference to everyone. In this case, the determination of the researchers to produce a biofuel that does not compete with food stocks was repeated again and again.

Is society as a whole becoming less selfish? Have the global economic pressures and the fear of climate change meant that we are beginning to embrace a way of thinking that would previously be scorned as being only for those who were perceived as the loony, tree-hugging left?

Comments

Kristina said…
I don't know if we're becoming less selfish, but it would be nice to think so. but I do think that the view of the environment and what we can do to protect it has shifted very much in the last 10-15 years. we're all very much more like tree-huggers now, which hopefully is a good thing :-)
21 May 2009 at 06:13
Lali Fufu said…
I was upset with the way in which the Triffids were portrayed. Wyndham almost seemed to forget about them at some parts of the book, especially at the end. Perhaps I was just expecting more of a shock factor or a horror story. And it seemed as though everybody was very blase about the Triffids, especially when people realised they could walk! I didn't like that. In my humble opinion, I think it would have been better if Wyndham had written it differently - by making the light in the sky (the meteor which was also never completely explained) affect the Triffids in such a way that they started walking and eating people. I would have liked that better, but maybe it's just me!!!

Sorry, don't mean to be a critic. Just have to add my two cent's worth.

I imagine that people will become a lot more earth conscious in the future. And I do have hope that we will all be a lot less selfish than we are now. I think we'll start realising how everything and everyone is connected, and start acting accordingly. I have hope for the future! And I know it will be bright. :)
27 May 2009 at 11:42
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