Home for the holiday

I decided to come home for the holiday to see family and friends after years of not coming home.  I’ve tried to make a more concerted effort to see and talk to my family recently and thought this would be a good idea.  Today I visited an aunt that I had not seen in years.  During our visit, she asked if I would ever return home to live.  Within a half second, I responded no.  When I left almost 16 years ago, I knew that I would never return to live.  Ever so often, I’ve romanticized the past so well that I return for a visit down memory lane.  This is one of those times.  In addition to where I grew up, I plan to also visit where I spent the summers with my grandmother.  Once I reach the end of memory lane, I’ll return to where I currently live.

Although, one benefit from my visit with my aunt is that she reminded me about my talent for sewing and felt I wasn’t using my God-given gift.  Maybe I should look into that…

Signing off to create The House of Petitefreespirit…

If you repeat something enough times…

I stumbled across this clip of Conan O’Brien’s media test after he announced he would officiate a same-sex wedding on his show.  I wonder who has the job of writing the scripted responses that newscasters deliver?  With that many people repeating the same phrase over and over again, you could easily send a country to war.  Oh wait, that’s already been done, lol.

Who inspires me?

Those who know me and talk to me know that I’m currently pretty far from my happy place.  In an effort to move a little closer to it, I’ve started seeking out the things that make me feel good (sitting at my favorite coffee shop, as I’m doing right now or going to the movies or reading a library book).  However, I’ve also searched for inspiration to move me beyond the confines of my current situation.  In so doing, I hope to get back on track of what I feel inspired to do.

Enough about me because this post isn’t about me.  It is a post that is an ode to an organization/person who inspires me.  I can’t remember how I learned of this organization but every time I read or hear of their accomplishments, I smile.  I’ve also spared a few dollars here and there to donate to their cause because I wholeheartedly believe in what they are doing.

The organization? 

SOIL (Sustainable Organic Integrated Livelihoods)

What inspires me about this organization is that they are providing an integrated solution for two issues in Haiti: lack of sanitation infrastructure and deforestation.  Although the organization was started by an American, she has incorporated the local people to change the situation in their own environment.  Unlike many of the “solutions” that are floated by companies that move in to “help” during humanitarian situations, her project relies on the agency of those who are served to be a part of directing and sustaining the changes she is instituting.

I get ahead of myself a little because I’ve still not explained the genius in action that she started.  Her organization deploys compost toilets in high-population areas of Haiti to provide sanitation options where before there were none (think pooping in a plastic bag, tying it up and throwing it to the side of the street/road where many other such bags have already piled up; or just stooping and pooping on the ground where it eventually seeps into the groundwater).  With the vast amounts of poop that are collected from residents using this option, her organization then composts the waste to be used for revitalizing Haiti’s depleted soil.  A better view/explanation can be seen below in the video.

It’s people with a vision like this who inspire me.  Who inspires you?  More later on inspiration…

The Story of Broke

This is somewhat of a simplistic (it is a cartoon after all) view of the current focus on how broke the country is.  I’ve never really accepted the arguments regarding the poverty of our budget when it comes to social services, environmental issues, etc. because of the unquestioned sums of money spent elsewhere.  I guess I’m not the only one…

Vulnerability

I ran across this video some time ago and was struck by the message (and how close it hit home or, better yet, hit me).  I meant to post the video when I first ran across it but was too distracted by what was going on at the time to do so.  I’m posting now as a piece of self-therapy for others (and self-therapy for myself as well).

Living vs. Existing

In reading parts of the plethora of information that has come out about Steve Jobs since his death, many traits were less than desirable (in my opinion).  However, I did run across this clip of a speech he made to Stanford graduates some years ago.  As I struggle with trying to see a glimmer of my dreams through the fog of sub-prime circumstances, his message resonates with the part of me that is still striving to see my dreams to fruition.

Earlier this year, I touched the surface of my dreams when I studied in Switzerland.  Since my return, I feel as if that wonderful period when many things aligned themselves to allow me to touch my dream was just that – a dream.  Instead of living life to the fullest, I now feel as if I’m just existing.  Just barely.


I’m still dreaming though.  Sometimes inspiration comes from the unlikeliest places.  May you too be inspired…

Thoughts on Occupy Wall Street

My first post (other than the generic welcome post) was a link to the LiveStream of the Occupy Wall Street movement not long after I learned of it.  Since that bare-bones post, Occupy Wall Street has grown into a sizable movement with franchise locations (to borrow business speak) around the country.  The mainstream media initially lagged in its coverage of the band of young protesters occupying Zuccotti Park (renamed Liberty Plaza in solidarity with Liberty Square/Tahrir Square) and has consistently downplayed its significance by characterizing the assembled group as lacking a clear message or set of demands.  Several weeks in, this seemingly hapless group of protesters has demonstrated a quality that I admire from afar – persistence in the face of doubt.

I’m inspired to say the least.  My first trip to Paris was in the midst of a grève (or strike).  At first, I was put off by the inconvenience I suffered because most of Paris decided to strike the day I arrived.  However, the day I stood on the sidelines and watched labor group after labor group march by in solidarity protesting France’s proposed retirement changes, I was in awe.  I was also confused.  Why didn’t we as Americans EVER protest?!  My short answer is that we have no safety net from which to operate.  If you lose your job, you lose your income (obviously) and your health insurance.  Replacement rates for unemployment compensation are not tied to your income in a proportionate manner but placed at a low-level threshold that offers no real safety net in the event of job loss.  Job loss in the United States comes with higher stakes than in Europe where the replacement rate for unemployment compensation is a percentage of income and lasts longer than the ad-hoc legislative extensions here in the US.  Survival in the US’s individualistic society pretty much dictates not rocking the boat.

After seeing news reports of The Arab Spring and how citizens took to the streets to effect drastic regime changes, the silence in the US was deafening.  Later, The Indignados’ protests in Spain seemed as if the concepts of protest were moving closer to something we, as Americans, could grasp.  And still, the silence was deafening.  Now, we have OWS spreading around the country and it feels as if somehow those on the streets have joined an elusive fraternity centered around solidarity instead of special and individual interests.  Viva OWS!

Now for some data…

It’s news articles like this that demonstrate how out of touch policy makers and politicians are with the sad reality of American life.  It was almost surreal to hear President Obama talk about how the country was out of recession and how the economy was improving in June 2009.  Yet, the indicators to which he referred were for the business sector.  After having shed thousands of jobs, corporations were seeing huge profits quarter after quarter.  However, if one were to compare the corporate reality to that of everyday citizens; recovery, recovered or recovering were not words that could be used to describe citizen reality.  Unemployment was at an all-time high (and still is), Congress left many dependent on unemployment compensation to suffer while they debated the merits and downfalls of extending unemployment compensation.  This, during a period of high unemployment.  To be exact, this much unemployment (by percentage of the population over 16):

Year

Jan

Feb

Mar

Apr

May

Jun

Jul

Aug

Sep

Oct

Nov

Dec

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

2009

7.8

8.2

8.6

8.9

9.4

9.5

9.5

9.7

9.8

10.1

9.9

9.9

* don’t take my opinion about it, figures courtesy of Bureau of Labor Statistics, www.bls.gov

If you were to look at corporate profits for that same period of time, profits as well as unemployment rose (these numbers are in billions):

Q1

Q2

Q3

Q4

1,175.2

1,262.3

1,438.8

1,571.6

* don’t take my opinion about it, figures courtesy of Bureau of Economic Analysis

So much for the trickle-down theory in action…

I end here for now.

Occupy Wall Street. Heard of it?

I was somewhat familiar with it but unable to find news/information regarding it – until I ran across this gem of an article about the occupation of the former Liberty Park (now named Zuccotti Park) near Wall Street.  I’ve (hopefully) embedded the Livestream video below.  The Arab Spring and Spain’s Indignados may have inspired some activity here.  Who knows.  Stay tuned…

Watch live streaming video from globalrevolution at livestream.com