UPDATE (Sunday):
JUST received excellent news that ALL FIVE BROTHERS ALIVE & SAFE in P-a-P!
Trying to help spread the word for a friend, who is looking for her five little brothers in Port-au-Prince.
Their last name is RIGAUD
Their address is 198 Rue St. Hubert, Turjeau, P-a-P
If anybody happens to read this and have any information, anything, just post a comment and I can get word to her immediately.
Please give to the efforts in Haiti, but beware of hucksters. You can find reputable organizations via Charity Navigator.
Peace/سلام
16 January, 2010
13 January, 2010
Really, Pat? REALLY?
While everybody else is struggling to help those in Haiti, Pat Robertson offered THIS explanation for the nation's continued struggles and a condemnation of Haitians. Kudos to the woman beside him, by the way, who said absolutely nothing in response to his racist, crazy story.
So, let's tally: 9/11 was the fault of feminists, gays, and the ACLU, the 2005 tsunami wasn't really a tragedy because it killed Muslims, the Gulf Coast would have been spared if not, again, for those pesky gays (God apparently really hates a Pride parade), and now those devil-worshiping Haitians caused their own 200-plus years of suffering from poverty, dictatorship, unrest, environmental degradation, and now a massive earthquake.
Disgusting.
Having grown up in S. Florida, all news from the Caribbean basin is local. I was relieved to hear that one friend's family on the island is reported safe. My thoughts have been with Haitians and others there, including the apparently hard-hit MINUSTAH and other U.N. staff. No one deserves a disaster like this, but few places are more ill-equipped to handle this.
Peace/سلام
Update: Not to be outdone by Pat, the every-classy Rush has now cannonballed into the "Worst Person in the World" contest: “We've already donated to Haiti. It’s called the U.S. income tax.”
So, let's tally: 9/11 was the fault of feminists, gays, and the ACLU, the 2005 tsunami wasn't really a tragedy because it killed Muslims, the Gulf Coast would have been spared if not, again, for those pesky gays (God apparently really hates a Pride parade), and now those devil-worshiping Haitians caused their own 200-plus years of suffering from poverty, dictatorship, unrest, environmental degradation, and now a massive earthquake.
Disgusting.
Having grown up in S. Florida, all news from the Caribbean basin is local. I was relieved to hear that one friend's family on the island is reported safe. My thoughts have been with Haitians and others there, including the apparently hard-hit MINUSTAH and other U.N. staff. No one deserves a disaster like this, but few places are more ill-equipped to handle this.
Peace/سلام
Update: Not to be outdone by Pat, the every-classy Rush has now cannonballed into the "Worst Person in the World" contest: “We've already donated to Haiti. It’s called the U.S. income tax.”
11 January, 2010
And two more things...
About to walk out the door, but wanted to share these two pieces:
Liberty Clinic is back (Guardian)
This is such a great idea. Anybody know if an American paper has a similar feature?
The Americanization of Mental Illness (NYTimes Magazine)
Replace 'mental illness' with 'social work'. This is part of the discussion of indigenization/universalism debate in social work. Worth a read.
'Ta.
Peace/سلام
Liberty Clinic is back (Guardian)
This is such a great idea. Anybody know if an American paper has a similar feature?
The Americanization of Mental Illness (NYTimes Magazine)
Replace 'mental illness' with 'social work'. This is part of the discussion of indigenization/universalism debate in social work. Worth a read.
'Ta.
Peace/سلام
10 January, 2010
Back to Work
I start back at my internship with the local public agency tomorrow morning. This break wasn't as productive as I'd hoped and I'm happy to get back to work. Classes begin the following week. Not starting out with as much spunk as I'd hoped and that worries me.
My goals for this semester are to throw myself into the macro/meso-end of things. For our macro project, I'm developing a project to redesign our center's waiting room to make it humane, welcoming and user-friendly. The plan is for a mural project, more information accessible to walk-ins (not locked behind the counter), and overall simply a space that feels less like the waiting room at county lockup. The fact that people camp out at the door from as early as 1am never ceases to bother me; I think about it perhaps too much. I'll also be studying up on the budget - Aren't I a girl who knows a good time? - and attending some of the council meetings to see how things are actually accomplished within the agency. I'll also be making a bother of myself with the planning department to see how/if they actually work with neighborhoods. How does community development happen in this town? I also have to organize and implement a group project. No idea what it will be at the moment other than it will not be a therapy group. My God, aside from lacking any training, there's no way anyone in, well their right mind, would let me help them heal. Other than a training group, nobody has really given me much of a clue on other possibilities, so I've no idea what will come of the assignment.
While I still have to hit certain direct practice markers for the department and the CSWE, I am trying to find ways to make it my own. Since the people who come to the us seeking help really don't know what a social worker can do for them in the context of our agency any more than I do, I put forth the idea that I make like Lucy and set up shop amongst the people. For set times I'll just sit with everybody in the waiting room and talk to anybody who would like to talk. Some of the people seeking help are only waiting to get a letter stating they cannot receive help from our agency so they can take that letter to another agency to receive their help. No sense in those folks waiting all day for that. And no sense in some people waiting for weeks for an appointment with me. I just think it will feel a little more community oriented and less clinical. At least I hope so.
While this position has been interesting in many ways, it has certainly taught me that I am a field person, not an office person. Confinement, fluorescents and grey-beige walls kill the soul, at least mine. I also miss being so removed from people's lives. It may get a bit trying when everybody in the village is in your business, but there are few better things than sitting with the council, taking tea with the women, being invited to a wedding, roughhousing with kids or helping bring in the alfalfa crop. Still hope to get back to that.
We'll see what the next few months bring...
Peace/سلام
My goals for this semester are to throw myself into the macro/meso-end of things. For our macro project, I'm developing a project to redesign our center's waiting room to make it humane, welcoming and user-friendly. The plan is for a mural project, more information accessible to walk-ins (not locked behind the counter), and overall simply a space that feels less like the waiting room at county lockup. The fact that people camp out at the door from as early as 1am never ceases to bother me; I think about it perhaps too much. I'll also be studying up on the budget - Aren't I a girl who knows a good time? - and attending some of the council meetings to see how things are actually accomplished within the agency. I'll also be making a bother of myself with the planning department to see how/if they actually work with neighborhoods. How does community development happen in this town? I also have to organize and implement a group project. No idea what it will be at the moment other than it will not be a therapy group. My God, aside from lacking any training, there's no way anyone in, well their right mind, would let me help them heal. Other than a training group, nobody has really given me much of a clue on other possibilities, so I've no idea what will come of the assignment.
While I still have to hit certain direct practice markers for the department and the CSWE, I am trying to find ways to make it my own. Since the people who come to the us seeking help really don't know what a social worker can do for them in the context of our agency any more than I do, I put forth the idea that I make like Lucy and set up shop amongst the people. For set times I'll just sit with everybody in the waiting room and talk to anybody who would like to talk. Some of the people seeking help are only waiting to get a letter stating they cannot receive help from our agency so they can take that letter to another agency to receive their help. No sense in those folks waiting all day for that. And no sense in some people waiting for weeks for an appointment with me. I just think it will feel a little more community oriented and less clinical. At least I hope so.
While this position has been interesting in many ways, it has certainly taught me that I am a field person, not an office person. Confinement, fluorescents and grey-beige walls kill the soul, at least mine. I also miss being so removed from people's lives. It may get a bit trying when everybody in the village is in your business, but there are few better things than sitting with the council, taking tea with the women, being invited to a wedding, roughhousing with kids or helping bring in the alfalfa crop. Still hope to get back to that.
We'll see what the next few months bring...
Peace/سلام
08 January, 2010
I'm an idjit.
Uff ya! Finally, somebody left a comment on my wee blog and....I somehow deleted it.
And it was a positive comment!
To that anonymous soul I say, "Sorry."
Peace/سلام
And it was a positive comment!
To that anonymous soul I say, "Sorry."
Peace/سلام
Swift, Aliens, Poverty & Elvis
Book learnin' of the moment: The Satirical Essays of Jonathan Swift
Recently watched: Avatar (or, as many have noted, Dances with Aliens/Smurfs). My reaction, "Meh." Did love all the marine life they they referenced in the visuals though. And, love this.
Some articles of note (at least for me):
Which Poverty-Fighting Policies Work? J-PAL Has the Answer (from FastCompany)
What Makes a Nation Rich? One Economists Big Answer (from Esquire)
Happy birthday, Elvis, wherever you are. Uh huh uh.
Peace/سلام
Recently watched: Avatar (or, as many have noted, Dances with Aliens/Smurfs). My reaction, "Meh." Did love all the marine life they they referenced in the visuals though. And, love this.
Some articles of note (at least for me):
Which Poverty-Fighting Policies Work? J-PAL Has the Answer (from FastCompany)
What Makes a Nation Rich? One Economists Big Answer (from Esquire)
Happy birthday, Elvis, wherever you are. Uh huh uh.
Peace/سلام
01 January, 2010
Obligatory Post Acknowledging Change of Gregorian Calendar Year
Well, Om-Taromeet left at the ungodly time of 4:30 this fine, first morning to return to the sunny lands of gators, geezers and graft. We had a nice visit, during which she anointed the little town of Fredericksburg as her (maybe) part-time (she claims to have some sort of plan), post-retirement & unloading of condo, landing site of the moment. Given that I am an unintentional but life-long ignorer of NYE festivities (and having to take her to the airport at said ungodly hour), we simply made dinner and hunkered down to watch the first two installments of The Thin Man marathon on TMC last night. Yeah, wild night, but an evening with Nick Charles is better than most dates I've had in recent memory...or extended memory for that matter. As usual, I was out by 11:30. Look, either time rolls on into another year or I'd rather not be awake to see what the problem is. My actual ideal, only realized once or twice, is solo camping somewhere remote and RV-less: kayaking out to a chiki in Florida Bay, packing out into the mountains or the Sonoran Desert. Lying in bed I did finally realize that this was a rather eventful decade for me personally. Happy to put it to bed as well and move on, though.
Anyway, there's no real point to the post today other than to get me started on a new year. I've been a bit of a slug today, bundled up and nibbling away at several books. I went on a bit of a tear at the library recently. No resolutions; I just make plans, lots of plans, as usual. And, I stubbornly cling to hope. Om-Taromeet said she read that whatever you eat to start off Jan. 1 somehow represents how your year will go, or something like that, not that I put any faith whatsoever in such things. This morning I had chicory coffee, plain yogurt with fresh blackberries and a touch of honey, and a piece of baguette with butter and the fabulous orange marmalade handmade by my housemate's grandpa. No idea what that means for my 2010, but it was a fine meal.
Sincere wishes for a 2010 that finds all of you in a good place, or at least a better place.
Peace/سلام
Extra Credit: Try to watch the doc Patti Smith:Dream of Life, which aired here on PBS the other night. I very much enjoyed it, but then I love Patti. However, even Om-Taromeet, who had absolutely no idea who Patti is, said she really enjoyed the film, too.
Anyway, there's no real point to the post today other than to get me started on a new year. I've been a bit of a slug today, bundled up and nibbling away at several books. I went on a bit of a tear at the library recently. No resolutions; I just make plans, lots of plans, as usual. And, I stubbornly cling to hope. Om-Taromeet said she read that whatever you eat to start off Jan. 1 somehow represents how your year will go, or something like that, not that I put any faith whatsoever in such things. This morning I had chicory coffee, plain yogurt with fresh blackberries and a touch of honey, and a piece of baguette with butter and the fabulous orange marmalade handmade by my housemate's grandpa. No idea what that means for my 2010, but it was a fine meal.
Sincere wishes for a 2010 that finds all of you in a good place, or at least a better place.
Peace/سلام
Extra Credit: Try to watch the doc Patti Smith:Dream of Life, which aired here on PBS the other night. I very much enjoyed it, but then I love Patti. However, even Om-Taromeet, who had absolutely no idea who Patti is, said she really enjoyed the film, too.
28 December, 2009
Bloody Ashura
My thoughts are with friends in Tehran at word of ten killed as government forces used live ammunition on protesters Sunday and arrested opposition leaders and scores of others. Here's coverage from Juan Cole and the L.A. Times.
Peace/سلام
Peace/سلام
23 December, 2009
ما همه مجید توکلی هستیم We are all Majid Tavakoli
While the major news from Iran this week was the death of opposition cleric Grand Ayatollah Hossein Ali Montezeri, another story almost got by me. What's with all the men in hijab? Here's an explanation from the L.A. Times. It's pretty awesome.
Peace/سلام
19 December, 2009
Copenhagen - FAIL
Even before this thing started, I sort of knew this is where it would lead. It's still very disappointing. Some called it a "sound beginning". A little late for beginnings, no? Getting two people to agree on pizza toppings causes enough hand wringing (nobody else likes anchovies?). Getting nearly 200 countries to agree on the future of the planet...? Basically, we have a document agreeing that there's a problem and there's a line we shouldn't cross related to said problem, but we'll all have to trust each other with how each of us keeps from crossing that line.
Copenhagen closes with weak deal that poor threaten to reject (The Guardian)
Highlights of the climate accord (NYTimes)
The grim meaning of 'meaningful' (The Guardian)
Climate activists declare Copenhagen a disaster (AFP via Grist)
Climate scientists underwhelmed by Copenhagen accord (AFP)
"From the evidence of the last two weeks, I would say we have a heck of a long way still to go if, as a species, we are to avoid the fate that usually afflicts populations that outgrow their resources," said Prof. Andrew Watson, East Anglia University
Peace/سلام
Copenhagen closes with weak deal that poor threaten to reject (The Guardian)
Highlights of the climate accord (NYTimes)
The grim meaning of 'meaningful' (The Guardian)
Climate activists declare Copenhagen a disaster (AFP via Grist)
Climate scientists underwhelmed by Copenhagen accord (AFP)
"From the evidence of the last two weeks, I would say we have a heck of a long way still to go if, as a species, we are to avoid the fate that usually afflicts populations that outgrow their resources," said Prof. Andrew Watson, East Anglia University
Peace/سلام
10 December, 2009
05 December, 2009
One year down & one to go
Quote for the moment: "When you start to doubt yourself the real world will eat you alive." - Henry Rollins (who was so great this season on my favorite show - especially in facing his end)
In Heavy Rotation on the iPod: Dead Kennedys, Sleater-Kinney, The Clash, Black Flag, Rollins Band, Sex Pistols, Dropkick Murphys
Hard to believe I've been back in the U.S. for a whole year. Hard to believe I just finished my first full year of graduate school. It feels much, much longer and that old familiar itch to move has crept into my bones and blood, a feeling not helped at all by what turned into a rather difficult semester full of fighting the powers that be to wrench my higher education back onto the road toward my desired future. I figured it would be the workload that would get me, but I was wrong.
It's actually a bit complicated, but I'll try to parse it out. The end-result is a bit easier to state: depression, anger, frustration, rage, lots of questioning my decision-making, wanting to burn The System down more than ever, terrified that I am formally being trained to be part of he Problem and NOT The Solution. Good times. A dear friend here who I had a serious talk with about all this said she loved that I feel things so strongly. I suspect not many share her sentiment.
I didn't want to sign on for just a technocrat's degree and I sure as hell didn't want to be a counselor or therapist, but at this point Social Work is feeling an awful lot like a psych or therapy program. Pat disclaimer to calm folks down: While I laud mental health professionals (some are buddies of mine) for their valuable work, I have no background or interest in the matter and certainly no business treating anyone or coming close to it, which is a lot of what direct service feels like at this point. As I've previously noted, I am a big picture girl. As one of my favorite professors in my program recently told me, "You're so macro your almost meta." However, I believe viscerally that a bunch of technocrats and do-gooders cannot end poverty without actually speaking to and working with those in poverty. The times I've worked with communities on the ground have been some of my favorite experiences in life and something I hope to continue in the future. There is a vast gulf between "educated" and "intelligent". I love the big agency I was placed at. The folks there want me to run with my ideas, projects and partnerships. They want this to be my learning experience. And, in shooting for a U.N. internship (I'm like Mulder - I still want to believe!) getting some experience at a big public agency can't be bad.
So, what's the rub? It's not my learning experience. It's not oriented to my goals at the moment in any way. When I lay out how I feel I could fix the situation, I feel like I've been ignored until recently. The future I once could envision at the end of this 2.5 year road is evaporating like a mirage while I rack up a hefty student loan debt. I am not able to see how this will get me to any of the places I want to go and I wonder why in the hell I made this decision. I have not been challenged intellectually at all this semester. There's no going elsewhere at this point and I don't really want to. I just want to make this work, for me and for those down the road.
I didn't mind that this program was not as internationally oriented as I'd hoped. It's given me a great chance to dig in and work with the faculty who are trying to move it that direction and get involved in pushing the change. I didn't mind that I didn't fit into either our program or the global public affairs program entirely. I never really fit in anywhere anyway and it gave me a chance to dive in a work on finding a solution for the next poor soul who falls between the two. And may give me a chance to serve as Guinea pig for a new internationalist dual degree if I push hard enough. I don't like to just bitch. I like to rumble and I like to solve things. I don't even think the problems lay just with the school or program. I have developed some great relationships amongst the faculty and admin, enjoyed a few great courses, so I don't mean to insinuate the whole place is a total loss. However, I believe the profession on the whole and the Council on Social Work Education need a swift, substantial kick in the ass. What happened to the radical traditions of social work? What happened to focusing on social issues?
I've been told the mantra pushed on those who question our department is "trust the system". No, sorry. I don't. Granted, now that I've completed my work for the semester in the last 48 hours, my urge to find a match and some gasoline has gone down considerably. I have a few weeks off now, to read what I please and do some thinking and planning for the coming year. I may have eased off for the moment, but I remain uncompromising about my future and the fight to get there.
Peace/سلام
In Heavy Rotation on the iPod: Dead Kennedys, Sleater-Kinney, The Clash, Black Flag, Rollins Band, Sex Pistols, Dropkick Murphys
Hard to believe I've been back in the U.S. for a whole year. Hard to believe I just finished my first full year of graduate school. It feels much, much longer and that old familiar itch to move has crept into my bones and blood, a feeling not helped at all by what turned into a rather difficult semester full of fighting the powers that be to wrench my higher education back onto the road toward my desired future. I figured it would be the workload that would get me, but I was wrong.
It's actually a bit complicated, but I'll try to parse it out. The end-result is a bit easier to state: depression, anger, frustration, rage, lots of questioning my decision-making, wanting to burn The System down more than ever, terrified that I am formally being trained to be part of he Problem and NOT The Solution. Good times. A dear friend here who I had a serious talk with about all this said she loved that I feel things so strongly. I suspect not many share her sentiment.
I didn't want to sign on for just a technocrat's degree and I sure as hell didn't want to be a counselor or therapist, but at this point Social Work is feeling an awful lot like a psych or therapy program. Pat disclaimer to calm folks down: While I laud mental health professionals (some are buddies of mine) for their valuable work, I have no background or interest in the matter and certainly no business treating anyone or coming close to it, which is a lot of what direct service feels like at this point. As I've previously noted, I am a big picture girl. As one of my favorite professors in my program recently told me, "You're so macro your almost meta." However, I believe viscerally that a bunch of technocrats and do-gooders cannot end poverty without actually speaking to and working with those in poverty. The times I've worked with communities on the ground have been some of my favorite experiences in life and something I hope to continue in the future. There is a vast gulf between "educated" and "intelligent". I love the big agency I was placed at. The folks there want me to run with my ideas, projects and partnerships. They want this to be my learning experience. And, in shooting for a U.N. internship (I'm like Mulder - I still want to believe!) getting some experience at a big public agency can't be bad.
So, what's the rub? It's not my learning experience. It's not oriented to my goals at the moment in any way. When I lay out how I feel I could fix the situation, I feel like I've been ignored until recently. The future I once could envision at the end of this 2.5 year road is evaporating like a mirage while I rack up a hefty student loan debt. I am not able to see how this will get me to any of the places I want to go and I wonder why in the hell I made this decision. I have not been challenged intellectually at all this semester. There's no going elsewhere at this point and I don't really want to. I just want to make this work, for me and for those down the road.
I didn't mind that this program was not as internationally oriented as I'd hoped. It's given me a great chance to dig in and work with the faculty who are trying to move it that direction and get involved in pushing the change. I didn't mind that I didn't fit into either our program or the global public affairs program entirely. I never really fit in anywhere anyway and it gave me a chance to dive in a work on finding a solution for the next poor soul who falls between the two. And may give me a chance to serve as Guinea pig for a new internationalist dual degree if I push hard enough. I don't like to just bitch. I like to rumble and I like to solve things. I don't even think the problems lay just with the school or program. I have developed some great relationships amongst the faculty and admin, enjoyed a few great courses, so I don't mean to insinuate the whole place is a total loss. However, I believe the profession on the whole and the Council on Social Work Education need a swift, substantial kick in the ass. What happened to the radical traditions of social work? What happened to focusing on social issues?
I've been told the mantra pushed on those who question our department is "trust the system". No, sorry. I don't. Granted, now that I've completed my work for the semester in the last 48 hours, my urge to find a match and some gasoline has gone down considerably. I have a few weeks off now, to read what I please and do some thinking and planning for the coming year. I may have eased off for the moment, but I remain uncompromising about my future and the fight to get there.
Peace/سلام
01 December, 2009
12 November, 2009
No man is an island, but Helwan University might be
I'm just going to put this out there....
I am trying to get in touch with the School of Social Work at Helwan University in Egypt regarding their 2010 social work conference, to be held March 10-11, which I would like to submit a paper for it and attend. My department may even help send me to the conference. The problem has been that emails have bounced back and fax numbers turned out to be wrong or just wouldn't connect. I've had a great deal of trouble even just confirming there would even be 2010 conference. One of my professors, who has attended the conference in the past, has been working his contacts, so far to little avail. So if ANYONE out there can help me make contact with ANYONE in the Helwan University School of Social Work, please let me know!
Peace/سلام
I am trying to get in touch with the School of Social Work at Helwan University in Egypt regarding their 2010 social work conference, to be held March 10-11, which I would like to submit a paper for it and attend. My department may even help send me to the conference. The problem has been that emails have bounced back and fax numbers turned out to be wrong or just wouldn't connect. I've had a great deal of trouble even just confirming there would even be 2010 conference. One of my professors, who has attended the conference in the past, has been working his contacts, so far to little avail. So if ANYONE out there can help me make contact with ANYONE in the Helwan University School of Social Work, please let me know!
Peace/سلام
09 November, 2009
Song for being a poverty wonk
Running the World
by Jarvis Cocker
In heavy rotation on the iPod of late.
We have to keep a weekly journal of our internship experience and for last week's we were asked to write about a work of art that a particular person we've worked with (I refuse to use the term client, but that's another post in and of itself) may have reminded of us. Sadly, this one came to me too late. For me, it's not one person, it's all the people and all the issues and all the seemingly eternal systemic injustices that lead these people to our door. And for some reason this song seems to nail the whole thing. It's not one to play for the kiddies, though. The term he uses to describe who runs the world is used as a term of absolute frustration, not in some misogynistic way, at least in my opinion. And it's all wrapped up in sparkly, Brit Pop sonic wrapping that manages to suck you right in.
Peace/سلام
by Jarvis Cocker
In heavy rotation on the iPod of late.
We have to keep a weekly journal of our internship experience and for last week's we were asked to write about a work of art that a particular person we've worked with (I refuse to use the term client, but that's another post in and of itself) may have reminded of us. Sadly, this one came to me too late. For me, it's not one person, it's all the people and all the issues and all the seemingly eternal systemic injustices that lead these people to our door. And for some reason this song seems to nail the whole thing. It's not one to play for the kiddies, though. The term he uses to describe who runs the world is used as a term of absolute frustration, not in some misogynistic way, at least in my opinion. And it's all wrapped up in sparkly, Brit Pop sonic wrapping that manages to suck you right in.
Peace/سلام
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