

Farewell 2008. It's been real and it's been fun, but it hasn't been real fun...
Hopefully I will be able to leave 2009 with a feeling of more accomplishment than I leave 2008 with.
It's always nice to have a fresh start, right?
By 4:55, with no police officers in sight, the crowd of more than 2,000 had become a rabble, and could be held back no longer. Fists banged and shoulders pressed on the sliding-glass double doors, which bowed in with the weight of the assault. Six to 10 workers inside tried to push back, but it was hopeless.
Suddenly, witnesses and the police said, the doors shattered, and the shrieking mob surged through in a blind rush for holiday bargains. One worker, Jdimytai Damour, 34, was thrown back onto the black linoleum tiles and trampled in the stampede that streamed over and around him. Others who had stood alongside Mr. Damour trying to hold the doors were also hurled back and run over, witnesses said.To be undecided in this election is to pause for a moment and then ask how the chicken is cooked.
---------------------- While suturing a cut on the hand of a 75-year old Eventually the topic got around to Sarah Palin and her bid to be a heartbeat away from being President. The old rancher said, 'Well, ya know, Palin is a post turtle.' Not being familiar with the term, the doctor asked him what a post turtle was. The old rancher said, 'When you're driving down a country road and you come across a fence post with a turtle balanced on top, that's a post turtle.' The old rancher saw a puzzled look on the doctor's face, so he continued to explain. 'You know she didn't get up there by herself, she doesn't belong up there, she doesn't know what to do while she is up there, and you just wonder what kind of dumb ass put her up there to begin with.' |
I enjoy Joan Walsh's blog on Salon. Short, not always sweet, but to the point. Enjoy today's Could Palin Possibly Leave the Ticket?...
- "The report found that the US ranked 42nd in the world for life expectancy despite spending more on health care per person than any other country.
Overall, the American Human Development Report ranked the world's richest country 12th for human development."
- "The US report identifies obesity and the lack of health insurance for some 47 million Americans as the most significant factors in premature death."
- "Some Americans are living anywhere from 30 to 50 years behind others when it comes to issues we all care about: health, education and standard of living.
"For example, the state human development index shows that people in last-ranked Mississippi are living 30 years behind those in first-ranked Connecticut."
- "25% of 15-year-old students performed at or below the lowest level in an international maths test - worse than Canada, France, Germany and Japan."
- "Of the world's richest nations, the US has the most children (15%) living in poverty."
From sea to shining sea we boast that we are the best, the richest and most powerful, yet as our rich get richer our poor not only get poorer, but also sicker. Poor or rich, we are still Americans. This is a sobering reality. There is something to be said about income compared to health and well-being, isn't there? And come ON, people! Even Canada is smarter than us! ;)
It’s time for new jeans.
Then I got to thinking…
This information is courtesy of sweatshopwatch.org:
A sweatshop is a workplace that violates the law and where workers are subject to:
With tens of thousands of garment factories employing tens of millions of workers in nearly 200 countries, large corporations search the world for the lowest labor costs and ignore human rights. Unfortunately, sweatshops exist in every corner of the world, from
…there’s a lot more where that came from.
Gap, Abercrombie, Forever 21, Bebe, J. Crew, Banana Republic etc. Pretty much every mainstream clothing company partakes in sweatshop labor. Troublesome, huh?
Maybe if the next time someone wanted to go out and by a new, cute top, they had to see where the top came from, who made it and how this individual was treated they might reconsider contributing to that industry. Just a thought.
If more people knew and cared about these facts, it’d be much easier to find an ethically produced pair of jeans. Ignorance may be bliss, but it’s still ignorance.
A National Journal poll in June found that only 26 percent of GOP Congress members believe "it's been proven beyond a reasonable doubt that the earth is warming because of man-made pollution." That matches their constituents -- only 27 percent of Republicans say the earth is warming because of human activity. Needless to say, if you don't believe humans are the cause of global warming, you're not going to believe that humans are the solution to global warming.
Today, upon hearing about my friend Ann making great strides in the workplace, I decided it was the perfect opportunity to send her a well-meaning, outrageously cheesy e-card.
I miss the glory days of the internet when we were free to click throughout the internet with the greatest of ease...the days of AOL profiles, buddy lists, passive aggressive and/or uncomfortable away messages and of course, a bevy of meaningless e-cards.
I will most likely recount these days to my children with a wistful, far-off glance.
So, unless you're living under a rock, you've heard about the oil/food/job/overall economic crisis that American has currently found itself in. It's a mess over here!
Anyway, I'm here to share some interesting tidbits I read on the great, big world wide web today...
I got an email from the Union of Concerned Scientists (yes, they email me and no, they have no idea how horribly I did in 9th grade Biology class) and according to them:
"When it comes to most meat, milk, and eggs sold in the
According to a new
CAFOs are supported by misguided government policies. Meanwhile, modern, alternatives are already in practice today that can produce the quantity of food we need, often without government subsidies. These alternatives can safeguard our health while protecting the foundations of our food supply—like healthy soil and fresh water. "
Interesting, eh?
I'm not done yet...
Our fearless leader was in
"This money is going to be very helpful in helping people deal with high energy prices and food prices."
Hmm...that's interesting, isn't it? Because I'm pretty sure that these economic stimulus checks were originally supposed to oh, I don't know...STIMULATE the economy, not help fund the skyrocketing oil and food prices, ultimately just keeping us where we're at.
(Which, y'know, isn't a good place).
I mean, I don't at all pretend to be some sort of political aficionado, but ever since this "stimulus plan" took the stage, I thought it sounded like something an 8th grade student council president would propose in order to help keep the Coke machine.
But! That's just me ;)
Happy Friday, chickadees and doos!
PS- Come to the Fair Trade Bazaar at Broadway and Addison tomorrow from 10-2pm! It's fair and square and I'll be there!
NOLA is still hurting and has some very visible wounds. As soon as we landed in Louisiana this was clear. By the week's end I found myself repeatedly having to remind myself that this is America, "Land of Plenty". As we toured the Lower Ninth Ward (the poorest and one of the most devastated areas of the city) I felt like we were driving through a post-war zone. Hurricane Katrina kicked these people when they were down and their own country let them down before, during, and after.
The wonderful group of informed, enthusiastic, and fun-lovin' people helped to make it a good time right off the bat. Our first weekend there we were able to get situated and see the sites- the French Quarter, Garden District, etc. These areas were virtually unharmed by Katrina, thanks to being on higher ground. New Orleans has a lot of rich and a lot of poor, but not a whole lot of middle-class (something the rest of the country seems to be heading towards).
So…what did we do? Well, we were assigned to work on the home of a woman named Dora in the Upper 9th Ward. The home was so badly damaged from the storm that it actually should have been demolished, but after the owner had invested in a new roof, the South Louisiana Presbytery and their grouchy teddy bear named Leroy decided to take on the project. The home had walls and some piping installed, but for the most part it was still a shell. We were very fortunate to have brought along three tradesmen (Liam, John and Ed) and by the end of our second day there, we’d completed most of what we’d been assigned to do, so it was great to be able to do more than expected! By the week’s end we had installed windows, insulation and drywall. We were also able to get some exterior painting done (courtesy of Albs and myself). I actually learned a lot and although the thought of me using large, professional table saws causes my mother to lose sleep, I’m no longer so afraid of them ;)
The whole time I was there I felt so fortunate for the experience. We worked hard all day and came back to good, home-cooked meals. There’s something to be said about eating and sleeping when you feel you’ve really earned it. We were tired at the end of the day, but it was a good tired. One night, we were treated to traditional New Orleans cuisine by a man name Henry- a local and a congregant at the church we were staying at. Henry cooked up some DELICIOUS red beans and rice and shared his Katrina story with us. Henry, his wife and his sister found themselves stranded when the storm hit, so they headed to the Hyatt (where he worked) and they put him up in a room there. It was basically a fortress- no electricity, no running water, just shelter. He told us he could hear gunshots in the Super Dome and that the city was lawless. He mentioned that ice was more precious than gold. Eventually they got out of town and once they did, his wife was in the hospital for a week. I’m not doing Henry’s story justice here. His story and the sincerity in which he told it is something I will never forget. His wife sat by his side and although she’s heard the re-telling many times, she quietly wiped away tears.
Henry was one of the lucky ones. Thousands of people are still displaced; most of them never to return home again. I mentioned earlier that Katrina kicked a whole bunch of people while they were down and I’m reminded of a quote by Martin Luther King, Jr. - "It is a cruel jest to say to a bootless man to pick himself up by his own bootstraps." Many residents repeatedly mentioned how grateful they were to the volunteers because much of the rebuilding is thanks in part to them. The federal and local governments were all aware of the inadequacy of the levees and once they finally did break, FEMA dropped the ball. The fact that the government that so many of us look to for protection and safety simply didn’t do its job, makes the situation that much more heartbreaking.
Unfortunately for NOLA, the question of another hurricane is “When will it happen next?”. It’d be easy to just scoff and say that these people should just up and leave, but it isn’t all that easy- this is home and where as Chicago is home to many people from many different parts of the country and world, most of New Orleans’s residents were born and bred there.
On my last day in NOLA, I was standing on my ladder in the sun and I thought that this is exactly the kind of thing we all need to be doing. I have a strong desire to see the world and when I’ve imagined myself abroad, I’ve never even considered that “seeing the world” means seeing all different aspects of it even the parts that are a mere two hour plane ride away.
Almost three years ago, New Orleans was knocked down and dragged through the mud, and it's endurance and resilience is a testament to the hope of its people. I wish I could have volunteered there longer. A week of my flailing a hammer wasn’t enough and ultimately, I left feeling as if I gained more from NOLA than NOLA gained from me. I think it's safe to say we are all pretty blessed to have taken a little bit of sweet, savory NOLA back home.
This, that and the other things.
This, that and the other things.