Blog action day – Poverty

Today is Blog Action Day, and this year’s theme is Poverty.

Poverty is like war and prostitution.  It’s a permanent fixture in human life.  Since we aren’t all equal at birth – thanks to differences in nourishment and inherent fitness for our respective environments – and because our parents aren’t equal, thanks to their inherent fitness, wealth and ability to parent – we aren’t equal in life.  There are two kinds of people.  People who see poverty as inevitable and acceptable, and people who see poverty as inevitable but hateful, and to be fought against.  Anybody who tells you poverty can be eradicated is a credit to humanity, but cracked.  We’ll eradicate war and prostitution before poverty, and best of British luck with that, fellow dreamers!

The challenge then becomes how to pry excess capacity from those who “win the lottery” and encourage them to share it with those who don’t have it – because I’m in the second camp.  I think poverty is inevitable and disgusting, and I’d like it to stop.  It won’t, but I have to do something.

There are six pillars of anti-poverty in the third world.

1.  Land security.  If you can’t, with security, work land to feed yourself, all other measures are wasted.  Anti poverty measures in a war zone are not likely to work.  Land security IMPLIES that there is a judicial system in place to protect you.  That’s not the case in many places on earth.  There may be a judicial system, but it won’t be there to protect poor people; that’s just foolishness.  Without land security, it’s difficult to put up decent housing.  So a thread to antipoverty action is the cold and daunting knowledge that the judicial system IS NOT YOUR FRIEND.

2.  Education for all women up to grade 8 equivalence.  If you educate the child, that’s one kid.  If you educate the mother, it’s more likely all the children will get at least some piece of an education.  You are also more likely to drive the birth rate down and every child that woman doesn’t have increases her life span and her ability to look after the children she has.  She will also be better fitted to care for them in sickness.

3.  Access to clean water.  Hygiene and health are difficult without it.  Poverty is associated with dirt for a reason.

4.  Access to heat or fuel for cooking.  If I had my way, every poor family on earth would be given a solar cooker, or given the tools and materials to make their own.  They would not be able to use it every day, but it would reduce pressure on the biosphere as fewer trees and shrubs got ripped down for fuel, and less animal dung would get burned. It’s also portable so you can take it with you if you have to skip town in a hurry.  It also would add about three or four hours to the day of every woman who had access to one which is time she could be studying, caring for the sick or performing more high value chores or work for pay.

5.  Access to communications (cell phone).  The net worth of a third world family can jump by a factor of ten when they have access to a phone; it makes getting and keeping employment, and setting up medical care or monitoring the health of loved ones instantly easier.

6.  Micro credit, especially for businesses which trade in staples, telecommunication and small scale farming.

In the first world, anti poverty is little more complicated.  That’s because most poor people in the first world aren’t poor compared to people in the third world.  However, I would say that education, good pre-natal care and amelioration of what keeps people trapped in poverty (addictions, mental health problems, unreadiness for the work force and social isolation among others) would be starting points.  I’d say getting rid of the television is a good start, too; TV has a really important role to play in poverty. Even really poor people have TV, and TV brings two pernicious ideas into the homes of poor people; one is that everyone deserves a break without working, and the other is that you can numb yourself to the daily nastiness of poverty by watching television when you could be improving yourself.

I don’t think poverty is something you can cure by throwing money at it.  I think that poverty reduction by judicious application of education, infrastructure and health inputs is possible in any society, but it requires two major shifts in perception.  One is that poor people deserve to be poor; the other is that rich people can deliver poverty reduction strategies to poor people without really consulting them and having it work.

I note with interest that the concept of the Grameen bank has come to North America.  I find it no co-incidence at all that it arrived just before the collapse of the banking system (which is still happening, by the way – the ripples are far from played out).

Anyway, that’s my two cents on poverty.  I will say that I find poverty to be a feminist issue, and rather than get into lecture mode, I’ll leave it at that.

Dang

Trust my dad to say something offhand, thus getting me worried.  He says he’s got my birthday present already (a month early) and hopes “I won’t be too offended.”  Now I am scratching my head and thinking…. uh, sheep dip maybe? A month’s supply? 5 autographed copies of “Grandma was a Nudist”?  An etching entitled “My pet elephant cotched leprosy”? MP3s of the family favourite Cthulhu carols? The permanent roving family fruitcake, which is so old that lawyers are prepared to argue it has become a commensal, sentient organism able to communicate and abide by the law?  Mind you that would be cool, all my friends would want to get a good look at a sentient fruitcake, especially one that did sound painting by knocking pieces of desiccated fruit together.  And you do have to get very close and hold your breath, because it tops out around 20 dB and it claims you lose the point of the performance if it’s amplified.  Ah, artistes.

Pointed at without comment

What is an eccentric?

Buffy season three continueth, semper ardua ad nauseum, and now I feel like the scales have fallen off my eyes. Now all I want to do is watch my favourite episodes in no order and then maybe make popcorn.  By the way I just made up the latin tag because they constantly shoot Latin in the groin and leave it to die in that show, by damn.  So I run my tag through an on line translator and it’s “Always Lofty to the Point of Nausea” which strikes me as a motto which would not be amiss on an escutcheon, were I to want to design my own.  And I think the translator screwed up, which makes it even funnier.  I thought ardua was work or labour?

Stillllll raaaaaiiiining.

what’s with the continuing Moosiness of political culture across the line, there?

Just woke up

OMG.  Turkey is like the best sleeping aid ever.  I went to bed after supper “for a little lie down” and poof, it’s midnight.  Anyway, fed Jeff, Paul and Keith a massive Thanksgiving feast; fresh turkey with home made stuffing, oven roasted potatoes, yams and parsnips, red salad, brussel sprouts, home made gravy, cranberry sauce and I was so full I even skipped the pie.

Texted Katie this morning to invite her to dinner and got a long griefy response from Daxus.  Leaving aside what he might be doing with a phone I pay for, no Katie for dinner. If I was a really classy person I’d have invited him for dinner.  We all know how really classy I am.

Texted Ryan – he had a previous invite.  Texted Mike – he was otherwise engaged.  Now I have to freeze stuff for turkey a la king, later….

Anguish

Daxus just proposed to Katie on Facebook, and she accepted.

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This is all my fault for not being a better parent.

Well, I guess love’s gonna conquer everything.

Excuse me, I have to go throw up now.

whoa, Noah

it’s quarter of 4 and my nose and eyes are streaming in a fashion that recalls words like Epic, Biblical, and Whoa, Noah.  I would really like to give a more graphic description, as it is quite amusing, but it’s also grosser than hell.

NCIS all gone.  We are caught up to ‘real life’.  We’ll either go back to Homicide or  Buffy, and Jeff’s not too enthused about Buffy.  I’m kinda inclined to go straight to season 4, but there are some good ones along the way in s2 and s3.

Katie was supposed to come home last night, but phoned and advised that she’d changed her plans.

Eddie barfed on my bed.  I was hoping to let him come and sleep in my room, but that doesn’t seem wise. Getting a new mattress cover and sheets recently seems prescient.  I really miss Zeek! and Kira and the way they fawned on me is prob’ly now explained by my feverish warmth.

I made us pork roast and sauerkraut with tater tots, fried mushrooms and corn.  Jeff approved.

Not much to say

spent most of yesterday being and feeling ill, didn’t go to the con.  I ended up at Paul’s, thinking I was on my way to go filking, but that didn’t happen.  I was brought tea and had cats sit on and near me, which was therapeutic. Now I just feel grisly and overslept.

Keith tried to call me but I don’t pick up if I don’t recognize the number.  Sure wish that boy would get a cell phone, I think coordination would be a lot easier.

I did manage to pick up Juliana McCorison’s album, and glad am I of that  because the last I saw on her LJ it wasn’t even going to make it to Vancouver in time. I missed her concert but given how grody I was in physical condition, I’m just as happy about that.

Note to self.  If looking at kitchen items that used to be ‘yours’ makes you cry, you ain’t over things yet.  One of these days I’ll be a grown up, but I suspect I’ll be long dead.

Tom’s heading home / filken

I heard a little more about the accident from Lady Miss Banjola (I caved on more VCon, my eyes feel gummy and I’m aching all over…. not a good sign although I intend to go back tomorrow).  Tom’s face is next to “One Lucky Bastard” in the 2008 Lifebook.  It definitely partook of the quality of a freak accident, because he’s alive and not going to scar that bad. Honestly, he missed death by nanoseconds.

We sang “Falling Free” and “Quaddie Ballet” and the parody of Wings which is all about the Cat in the Hat and “Acts of Creation” and “Rodney Oh Rodney” and “Rodney’s Favourite Things” and “John’s Song” and “Mal’s Song”, and “Vampire Blues” and “Ivan You Idiot” and Dr Filk’s rebuttal which is “Donkey Work” (to the tune of Dirty Work) and Juliana’s Dragonriders of Pern teaching song to the tune of an old English folk song.  And I bought Juliana’s new album, which looks lovely and I can hardly wait to play it, but in the morning, ’cause I’m falling down tired right now.

Zombies….

I think this is a brilliant cartoon.

Tonight I’m over at Patricia’s for the cavalcade of cheeseâ„¢ and of course to watch the Biden Palin thing.  Honestly, if we get into a drinking game I’ll be lucky to make VCon.  Fortunately she is my boss, and I guess we’re both adults, so what could possibly go wrong…

Tom is resting uncomfortably but at least there’s no breathing tube happening.

I went to bed at 8:30 pm last night, partly because I knew I was going to be up late two nights running, and also because I couldn’t stay conscious.  Then I woke up at 10, 2 and 4:30.  Maybe if I stayed up later I would sleep more soundly, but virtually everybody I know is complaining about restless sleep these days.

Katie cut my hair last night.  I pronounce myself improved in appearance, although I suppose I should let others decide…

Unca Dave here

He seemed to be his normal jolly self.  It was good to see Paul and Keith for supper as well.

How Peggy got an apple crisp (made with Gravensteins, yummazy!) over here, I have no idea, but Paul asked me to get the container back to her.  I will. Anyway, that was dessert… also home made tapioca.

Supper was two kinds salad (potato and green with freshly made bacon bits and sliced egg and tomato and mushroom), roast beef with roast garlic, potatoes and squash.  Everybody seemed to go back for seconds, so I guess there was enough (no gravy, though, sigh) and I didn’t work too hard at the cooking, so that was okay.  It’s funny, the kitchen looked great at 10 am yesterday morning. It looks like a disaster now.

I didn’t touch my mandolin, but my laundry is all done and put away, so along with all the the other chores and errands of this weekend, I feel quite accomplished.

In passing

Unca Dave is expected here this afternoon.

Scarlett Johannson got married – in Canada no less – & Paul Newman died.

I light a candle for Cindy, who said, “You amuse me,” on the phone last night in a tone of voice completely free of sarcasm, when I explained something to her about the way my mind works. (I was also being the world’s largest wuss, but she was okay with that too.)  We discussed how she and a bunch of other fans got into Bridge Studios the day Atlantis died and she has pics of herself standing in the gate.  Happy swoon.  I’ve been in Bridge Studios, back in ’05. Given what’s happened since, some of the comments I made in October 05 are pretty funny.   (Like, the comment about how Katie loves to fix hair???)

I also get to think about what I’m going to say at the panel on Friday night.  Yes, I’m going to a con, Vcon to be precise, and I’m going to be on a media filk panel.  Should I tell them that my secret to writing media filk is to go to the internet, download every scripted reference to the character and then find likely rhymes?  Seems kinda mechanical, but that’s how I wrote Clem, full title Just Call me Clem.  (Clem being a demon from Buffy the Vampire Slayer).

For breakfast – BLTs.  I don’t know why, except we had all the ingredaments in the house at one time.  For dinner – roast beast with veg.  Why?  It’s Sunday, and a family elder is coming by.  There’s chicken soup on the stove and I’m thinking of making refrigerator cookies.

Watched Starter for 10.  It’s a very good hearted movie, and if you love 80’s Britpop/late new wave you’ll drool on the soundtrack.  The movie is well shot, well-scripted and laugh out loud funny in spots.  Also, Dominic Cooper is bloody gorgeous.. and he’s in Keira Knightley’s new movie the Duchess, which makes me want to see it more.

My watch working again is making me happy.  Being registered to vote makes me happy (I had completely dropped off the rolls, which is perplexing).  And now, I’m going to practice my mandolin, do some paperwork, pay some bills, laundrify, and get another song written down…. and see if we can get to the end of season five of NCIS.  Yes, we’ve been watching rather a lot of it, and I’m really liking Michael Weatherly’s take on DiNozzo more and more.  He kinda grows on you.

It’s a beautiful day…. Mike was going to take me to the Wreck, as it’s supposed to be beachy today, but Unca Dave is coming. I am in a really good mood.  I assume it’s the weather, nothing else has changed.

Hymn Sing

So we made with the churchy ballads at Tom and Peggy’s last night, and it was wonderful fun.  Paul and Keith had come over earlier to have a low key birthday celebration for Paul; we watched The Bucket List and I made tortillas.  Then I made pork fried rice for Jeff so he’d have some dinner, and I made lentil soup to take to the hymn sing.  Keith came along too… I nearly lost my eyes when I saw him eating lentil soup.  He really is pushing the envelope on food these days, which makes me extremely happy.

Katie is here, boiling up eggs and making a healthy lunch.

It’s bizarre to be watching the Civil War documentary at the same time as following the American election.  I feel like a whole bunch of people need to be reminded that it was a Republican president who issued the Emancipation proclamation.  Democrats are talking about Republicans as if they are brain dead traitors, and Republicans are talking about black people as if the Civil War had never happened.  It’s disgusting.  It has nothing to do with the glory of the Constitution.  Oh my neighbours, a house divided… will you never learn?

I am really glad I’m Canadian, and I learned how to seethe gently without taking up arms.

I did all my laundry this weekend, and put it all away, and cleaned my room.  It’s completely changed the acoustics in there.