29 June 2009

Too big for one person anyways....

I had just finished getting a quick afternoon shower to freshen up before heading out for to teach my Monday night computer class when I heard my landlord outside calling for me. He's been storing some things for another person in a side room and a few appliances inside my rented home. He told me last night to expect moving out a couple pieces in the near future.

Of course, I took that as later in the week or with some local things....perhaps after Carnival week. I certainly wasn't expecting him to tell me minutes before I wanted to leave to teach that they would be moving the things this evening. Nor was I expecting so many things in the house to go.

My only table, 1/2 the chairs, an Armour I was using to hold office/computer supplies, the refridgerator, and my bed were on the unexpected list of things to be removed. The fridge and bed was a big surprise and I got stuck taking everything out and onto the counter. Sadly, the pumpkin I had previously frozen must get used by tomorrow....it is now a big mushy mesh, boo. Good thing I didn't have anything that would spoil too quickly. Fortunately, my landlord managed to get another refridgerator while I was away teaching. I have no clue where it came from, but I'm not asking either. ^_^ He got me a little patio style table too, so everything is peachy.



I don't really need a bed frame and I have a mattress. Tossed it on the floor and I'm a happy camper. More futon-like and I enjoy being closer to the ground. That's the way I had it back home, so this is that much better.

So my house is all good, but I honestly find it to be too big for one person. So I dragged my mattress and smaller table into the main room and am trying to do things more 'studio style'. Since I don't let the village kids inside, I think this will work out just fine. Good times all around. Outside of keeping my clothes and a few things in the other rooms, I won't be using them so much. Still, I do feel awkward having a big house all to myself when I see so many families with many people living in a house of the same size or often much smaller.

Stay happy and well
ciao tutti
~your local wannabe jedi
~Shawn

27 June 2009

horray for energy policy changes!

I have yet to read all the fine print of the legislation bill and sadly probably won't find the time to do so. We cleared the House and now have fingers crossed on it's trip into the Senate.

House Passes Historic Waxman-Markey Clean Energy Bill
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The House of Representatives passed the landmark American Clean Energy and Security Act, sponsored by Rep. Henry A. Waxman, Chairman of the House Energy and Commerce Committee, and Rep. Edward J. Markey, Chairman of the House Select Committee on Energy Independence and Global Warming.

This landmark bill will revitalize our economy by creating millions of new jobs, increase our national security by reducing our dependence on foreign oil, and preserve our planet by reducing the pollution that causes global warming.

“Today we have taken decisive and historic action to promote America’s energy security and to create millions of clean energy jobs that will drive our economic recovery and long-term growth,” said Chairman Waxman. “After more than three decades of being held hostage to the influence of foreign energy suppliers, this legislation at long last begins to break our addiction to imported foreign oil and put us on a path to true energy security.”

“Today the House has passed the most important energy and environment bill in our nation’s history,” said Chairman Markey. “Scientists say that global warming is a dangerous man-made problem. Today we are saying clean energy will be the American-made solution. This legislation will create jobs by the millions, save money by the billions and unleash investment in clean energy by the trillions.”

The bill contains the following key provisions:

  • Requires electric utilities to meet 20% of their electricity demand through renewable energy sources and energy efficiency by 2020.

  • Invests $190 billion in new clean energy technologies and energy efficiency, including energy efficiency and renewable energy ($90 billion in new investments by 2025), carbon capture and sequestration ($60 billion), electric and other advanced technology vehicles ($20 billion), and basic scientific research and development ($20 billion).

  • Mandates new energy-saving standards for buildings, appliances, and industry.
    Reduces carbon emissions from major U.S. sources by 17% by 2020 and over 80% by 2050 compared to 2005 levels. Complementary measures in the legislation, such as investments in preventing tropical deforestation, will achieve significant additional reductions in carbon emissions.

  • Protects consumers from energy price increases. According to recent analyses from the Congressional Budget Office and the Environmental Protection Agency, the legislation will cost each household less than 50 cents per day in 2020 (not including energy efficiency savings).

Stay well and happy
ciao tutti
~your local wannabe jedi
~Shawn

26 June 2009

Some fun quotes I stumbled upon

Now and then I enjoy reading quotes.
Some are inspirational, others funny, and many more are simply good to help put things into perspective.

I hope you'll enjoy a few of these as much as I did.
Drop a comment and say which was your favorite or perhaps add another to the list! ^_^


  • Never trust a Game Master with a big smile.
    --unknown

  • "Do you see no hope?"
    "Hope is the denial of reality. It is the carrot dangled before the draft horse to keep him plodding along in a vain attempt to reach it."
    --Conversation between Tanis Half-Elven & Raistlin, Dragonlance Chronicles

  • Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it.
    --Reaper Man, Terry Pratchett

  • People who want happy endings have to write their own.
    --Paine, Final Fantasy X-2

  • The hardest person to ever know is yourself.
    --Paine, Final Fantasy X-2

  • Know thyself --Ancient Greek aphorism

  • We have choices. Some people like to stand in the rain without an umbrella. That's what it means to live free.
    --Roger Smith, The Big O

  • All that is gold does not glitter;
    not all those who wander are lost.
    The old that is strong does not wither;
    deep roots are not reached by the frost.
    --excerpt from J.R.R. Tolkien's Lord of the Rings

  • I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living. It's a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope. Which is what I do, and that enables you to laugh at life's realities.
    --Dr. Seuss

  • We come to love not by finding a perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.
    --Sam Keen, from To Love and Be Loved

  • In the end, it's not going to matter how many breaths you took, but how many moments took your breath away
    --Shing Xiong

  • There are 10 types of people in the world: those who understand binary, and those who don’t.
    –-unknown

  • If at first you don’t succeed; call it version 1.0 – unknown

  • I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past, I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
    --Frank Herbert, Dune

  • I am not a vegetarian because I love animals; I am a vegetarian because I hate plants.
    --A. Whitney Brown

  • I dream of a better tomorrow... where chickens can cross roads and not have their motives questioned
    --Unknown

  • You can make more friends in two months by becoming interested in other people than you can in two years by trying to get other people interested in you.
    --Dale Carnegie

  • Fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to alter it every six months.
    --Oscar Wilde

  • Familiarity, the first myth of reality: What you know the best, you observe the least.
    Devotion, the second myth of reality: The faithful are most hurt by the objects of their faith.

    Conviction, the third myth of reality: Only those who seek the truth can be deceived.

    Fellowship, the fourth myth of reality: As the tides of war shift, so do loyalties.

    Trust, the fifth myth of reality: Every truth holds the seed of betrayal.

    --Magic, The Gathering

  • The following is an actual question given on a University of Washington engineering mid-term. The answer was so "profound" that the Professor shared it with colleagues, and the sharing obviously hasn't ceased...

    Bonus Question: Is Hell exothermic (gives off heat) or Endothermic (absorbs heat)?

    Most of the students wrote Proofs of their beliefs using Boyle's Law, (gas cools off when it expands and heats when it is compressed) or some variant. One student, however, wrote the following:

    "First, we need to know how the mass of Hell is changing in time. So we need to know the rate that souls are moving into Hell and the rate they are leaving. I think that we can safely assume that once a soul gets to Hell, it will not leave. Therefore, no souls are leaving. As for how many souls are entering Hell, let us look at the different religions that exist in the world today. Some of these religions state that if you are not a member of their religion, you will go to Hell. Since there are more than one of these religions and since people do not belong to more than one religion, we can project that all souls go to Hell. With birth and death rates as they are, we can expect the number of souls in Hell to increase exponentially.

    Now, we look at the rate of change of the volume in Hell because Boyle's Law states that in order for the temperature and pressure in Hell to stay the same, the volume of Hell has to expand as souls are added. This gives two possibilities:

    1. If Hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls enter Hell, then the temperature and pressure in Hell will increase until all Hell breaks loose.

    2. Of course, if Hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase of souls in Hell, then the temperature and pressure will drop until Hell freezes over.

    So which is it?

    If we accept the postulate given to me by Teresa Banyan during my Freshman year, "...that it will be a cold day in Hell before I sleep with you.", and take into account the fact that I still have not succeeded in having sexual relations with her, then, #2 cannot be true, and thus I am sure that Hell is exothermic and will not freeze."

    This student received the only A.

    --Unknown




good times.

Stay happy and well
ciao tutti
~your local wannabe jedi
~Shawn

18 June 2009

Reflections

I do not have a grass thatch roof nor do I go digging for grubs. I do not teach in classrooms with dirt floors. Pencils and paper are not scarce. I do not spend my evenings in darkness or bask by candles or ground fire light. Public transportation in the form of a van which passes my village more than once or twice a day and I can cross the whole country in a matter of hours by vehicle. There are so many stereotypes or things that one might envision experiencing that I have not encountered. It is not to say that are others out there who don't share in these things--they do.

I wake up in a bedroom, much like the one I might have at home. Button-ups, polos, and slacks are my mainstay--like so many office jobs back home. I walk down the street where I live and speak to people in the same language I've grown up with--English. Sure there are variations of it here, but then again I've had issues understanding some English back home as well. Students don't like to study and have their own source of problems--is that so different from the schools back home? Our own educational system has its woes as well. I walk through a food market on a weekly basis, not unlike the farmer's markets back home. Just a stones throw away are grocery stores. Inside these grocery stores, you can find local goods as well as items imported from several places for a price of course. There are hair and fashion salons as well as eateries that vary from fast food to multi-course delights and hand-made treats. Home decoration studios, sporting equipment, office supplies, small electronics, hardware, banks, credit unions, and even classic 'department' stores line the main streets of the capital and are slowly growing outward towards the rural areas.

Many people take great pride in their appearance and the younger members of the community dress themselves in the same fashions I might find the youth back home wearing. The same youth play video games, watch dvds, and chat on the internet like any kid from back home would. Do all them do so? No, but then again not all the youth back home are fortunate (if that word should be described as such) to have those pleasantries. Where back home people gather at enclosed bars with a jukebox or an open beer garden with a live band, people here gather at their favorite watering holes--typically a small rum shop--here spending hours talking to whoever sits next to them while playing cards or domino. Is that so different? Many of them are happy to share their experiences with you, much like a person who has had several drinks while sitting at a bar back home.

Listening closely, you might learn about their world travels--visiting more places than many people I know. They are carpenters, electricians, engineers, nurses, teachers, shop owners, bankers, vendors, political analysts (of a sort), and the unemployed. They are you and me as they perform some of the same jobs and display the same skills I could find in so many people in the workforce back home. The community shows a divisive line between those that participate and support their community through group activity and those who keep themselves sheltered behind windows and stone walls. At times, these groups don't always function or are gripped with indecision and ill-communication among its members, but is this so different from some groups back home in a place where the problems are not any more or less complex or varied? Many of the people who close themselves off from the community are effective and capable people who do not participate for their own reasons--leaving much of the work to rest on the shoulders of a select few. Again, this is seen all to often in many communities back home.

I am a Peace Corps Volunteer placed in a country that might not seem like the same sort of country you'd expect us to serve in. The average person might envision us serving in the same sort of countries you find on a television promotional spot to assist with some sort of poverty alleviation campaign, typically depicting African scenes of malnourished children. In many cases, we do work alongside efforts to stem such things. I however have never come to see such with my own eyes. Peace Corps has had approximately some 195,000 volunteers in approximately 139 countries since its inception. So we have been to many places and done many things. However the Peace Corps of the future is a different nature from whence we came.

Most of us won't be building physical bridges, training on basic nutrition or water sanitation, or even showing how micro-credit systems work. Well perhaps there will always be a need for such things, but we are entering a new era of microchips and a growing sense of environmental consciousness. The demands for previous training (pre-pre-service) of a volunteer is rising. It is no longer enough that we simply know the basics of a topic, as instructed during a few short weeks of service training. The same people we assist are seeking specialists--people who are not only computer experts and business professionals and environmental engineers, but also with the competence to teach and understand what it takes to create sustainability and community mobilization. These practices cannot be instilled with a few short weeks that must also be shared with the plethora of other changes that bombard a volunteer's senses.

Looking around my own host country, I see development in action. Much of it has been in transformation over the decades as it changes shape and context within umbrella networked NGOs and Government ministries. Hands shake and papers are signed. Donations pour in from other countries--the European Union, Taiwan, Japan, Cuba, Venezuela, and the United States (of a fashion) just to name a few. This builds roads, schools, libraries, other infrastructure as well as provide opportunities for locals to learn how to maintain that which they are given. Growing companies are bringing telecommunications up to par with other developed nations with high-speed internet and VOIP phone systems now that most of the island has fiber optic coverage. Cell phones are everywhere and may soon (if not already) become more widely used than land lines. Businesses operate at international levels and tourism development reaches out to remind locals, regionals, and internationals alike about the wonders of the Caribbean shores and forests.

With all this development in action, training on-going, and education (academic and informal) on the rise, one might wonder why the Peace Corps is even here. To be honest, I ask myself that everyday. When I got on a plane to Miami to converge with 38 other eager volunteers, my head wasn't awash with African savanna, Asian linguistics, or Eastern European social constructions. Rather, I knew I was going into a 'partially developed' country who residents spoke English. Actually I didn't know much about my host country at all beyond the scope of tourism advertisments. People see our presence here and compare it to the same adverts. The critics want to know why we are here, as do I.

I see so many things, yet have a hard time explaining them as a purpose or driving force. It isn't to say that there isn't poverty, or educational work and HIV/AIDS awareness to do--there is plenty of it for years to come. Yet nearly every aspect of our duties or assignment areas has a local component to cover it. Our current volunteer work places us into community sites to engage at the grass-roots level. It is hard to find a niche in which to fit since nearly every volunteer would agree that the most constructive assistance would be to work through government ministry or national-level NGO. This country has a very top-down system based upon its history and direction of leadership. While the debate could be held on the values of this type of system, we are only interested in how the volunteer could best provide their services. Of course it may change in time, but we are here today. Without the iconic disparity and obvious-to-the-eye problems to tackle, we find meeting the needs of the communities does not often match the skills of the volunteer, many of us may find it hard to become attached to our work. Temptation is all around--from the nearby beach or nature trail to aimlessly wandering the nearby capital or even hide inside with the comfort of books or the high-speed internet for those willing to pay for it.

All of us are here for community development in some form or another. I get up everyday with something to do in mind. Whether it gets done at all or even started is sometimes at the mercy of those in the community I work with. Frustration runs rampant and trying to avoid becoming jaded is sometimes a greater challenge than preparing for the activities themselves. Sometimes I sit down at the end of the day, simply exhausted not from hours of intensive work but from a lack of interaction or at least what I would say would be positive interaction.

I look at so many other outside agencies that pour in volunteers, financial support, and other resources. When I see this I wonder, what is the point? Does Peace Corps have the better solution--trying to empower people to utilize what resources they have and create a positive change for the future--while these outside agencies may in fact be creating a dependency on foreign aid and stifling the growth potential of the locals? Or is it in reverse? Does the support from the foreign agency beyond the supply of volunteer aid actually give the locals a base from which to build and grow--while Peace Corps offers a less perhaps substantial approach in the current scene as its volunteers scratch and scramble to try and find every cent needed to push even the smallest of community activities. I am not a policy analyst, not yet anyway, but I am sure both posses their merits and flaws. The only immediate detriment comes into play when locals expect Peace Corps volunteers to provide similar support--financially and otherwise--as their fellow foreign development groups have provided and those resources are, in most cases, simply not there.

Even without the resource and policy strategies, does this mean that I am failing as a volunteer? That is hard to say. I have had this discussion with various staff on several times. To this end I must compare two assessments--Peace Corps' mission and my own satisfaction. According to the Peace Corps website
The Peace Corps' mission has three simple goals:
  1. Helping the people of interested countries in meeting their need for trained men and women.
  2. Helping promote a better understanding of Americans on the part of the peoples served.
  3. Helping promote a better understanding of other peoples on the part of Americans.

Looking at each goal individually:
  • The first goal is easily obtained under a short scope of detail. My host nation is eager for any sort of support, thus an interested country. In terms of meeting their need for trained men and women--as long as we can perform in some sort of operational success to train even a few from an entire mass, there will be support to say it was successful. Whether it was or not, based upon quantity or quality metrics, remain outside the stated context of these goals; note it also says 'helping' and not fulfillment or similar wording of the same. I am also reminded of the other systems in place on island that are operated by host nationals that perform these same duties.

  • The second goal seeks to promote a better understanding of American culture. In this regard, I find that I don't have to work as much as perhaps volunteers in other parts of the world. American culture has been pouring into this country in the form of produced goods and many businesses and organizations have been adopting practices of their American counterparts. Popular music from back home finds its way onto the radios and mp3 players of the young and old alike. I have been able to contribute in my own little way to show some differences of my culture. Yet in every way that I am different as an American, I am also different among other Americans such that other Peace Corps volunteers here are sharing characteristics of our combined culture that differ from each other's individual culture.

  • The third goal seeks to embed a sense of learning and experience of our host national culture upon ourselves to widen our perceptions and foster a sharing of learned culture when we return home. In this regard, I have been taking part in many things here from the life of agriculture to the death and accompanied funerals. I will continue to seek how the people live their lives on a daily basis and carry that imprint with me as yet another filter of understanding. I cannot speak the same for other volunteers, but I would assume the others may experience it on some level that increases with the rate of involvement within the community. Peace Corps calls it integration.


It is said that a person is the harshest critic of him/herself. Perhaps this is true when attempting to determine if one has been successful as a volunteer. Most people--of which I am categorized--tend to objectify and measure our success based upon tangible results. However development work, as we are constantly reminded, is a process and one that does not usually offer immediate dividends on our inputs. As worked up about the process, or seemingly lack thereof, I must resign myself to wonder if 2, 5, or 10 years from now that the work I am contributing will have some bearing or influence upon the activity of that time. It must truly be difficult to gauge for effective development planning when the results are a long-term investment rather than a quick-return.

Sure, I meet with people in various capacities and organziations. I work with adults and children alike on activities from reading to computers to organizational capacity building. I strive everyday to do something for positive change and hope that it sticks--to become part of the new bedrock for tomorrow. Can I do more? Perhaps and I will probably try to add a bit more here and there. I've told many people that I will gladly work myself till I have nothing left to give on several projects in the hopes that something will stick and carry itself out to become sustainable. I would much rather do that than invest all my effort into 1 or 2 things and carry the risk of them still falling through.

As a volunteer, I'd say my hardest job is to think of this process and the mysterious cloud of possibilities that is the future here. It might be easier if after 40 years of Peace Corps commitment on island, there was some sort of visible sustained evidence of previous volunteer work to motivate and inspire current volunteers. Yet, the sheer lack of those things I believe is causing an reciprocal effect and becoming a discouraging factor. I don't know which end is more responsible--the post-service efforts themselves for not becoming sustainable or perhaps Peace Corps' lack of provided documentation to incoming volunteers to at least highlight what was done and tried on this small island nation over the years. For although the times and culture are shifting, as are the agencies involved--the adage of 'those who don't learn their history are doomed to repeat it' remains true. 40 years of development work should be long enough to see those returns, yet the process that we are so often reminded of still remains a mystery.

To that end...I will continue my work to contribute what I can for now.

Stay safe and happy
ciao tutti
~your local wannabe jedi
~Shawn

14 June 2009

the dead don't worry about mosquitoes

Buried by buddy Murphy today in good Vincy style. People from all over gathered in and around the church area. Many people didn't bother with the church service part, although they were very well dressed. Once the services were over they put his casket into the hearse which would drive slowly up the village towards the graveyard. While the hearse drove on, they would be followed by steel pans and boom drums playing merry songs--most of them gospel. The people trailed all around in a 'jump-up' of song and dance, much akin to a road party. We sang and danced our way all the way up to the cemetery.



After the pastor said a few words, his body was laid to rest. Even in nicely ironed dress clothes, I still grabbed a shovel and helped toss the dirt to cover his casket. We don't just make the burial ground even with rest of the ground--it becomes a mound that creates perhaps a 3' high dome of dirt. Then the mound is covered with little flowers, various leaves, and small plants that are just rammed into the loose dirt. We dance in circles around the mound while holding lit candles that are then placed into the dirt to burn themselves down. From the cemetery we have another 'jump-up' back down to the village for refreshments.

It might be just me--but I don't think I've fully acclimated to the West Indies weather here yet. Sure, we have our cool spells and all the rain we've been having has helped, even though that spiked the humidity. :( So even in my white shirt and under my umbrella, I was still cooking. You can imagine what sort of mess I might have looked like after a couple jump-ups. Maybe I'll be next....


Even still, I managed to find good times dancing in the street. I'm pretty sure the locals who were looking on had a good laugh and great time. There was a very old woman doing a little dance to the steel pan and the crowd was smiling at her and gave her space. So what did I do? I jumped right next to her and mimicked her every move, causing an eruption of laughter and surprise. Just my style I suppose. There was another good laugh as we were coming back down and one lady started to wind up on me (local style of dance--most easily identified by front to back dry humping, intensity varies). Integrated as I am and not really giving a hoot, I joined in and again it seemed I was a crowd pleaser. Oh the things I do for integration...

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But yes, the wet season is coming in force. Today there were like rain sprinkles, even though the clouds looked happy and fluffy--so strange. Friday night and Saturday brought with them torrents of rain. Now that I've gotten myself a scuba mask and fins (YEAH! ^_^), I was supposed to go with a couple guys to go dive fishing in our bay. Too bad all the rain clouded the waters--from the stirred up sand and the dark runoff coming in heavily from the river estuary in our bay. So diving was rescheduled till further notice. boo.

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Finally figured out what was wrong with my throat and got a cure.

Actually, that would be too easy wouldn't it? Went back to the ENT doctor Wednesday. Said good news is that red swelling on the vocal cords seems to have abated, however the polyp is still there and has become more refined and pronounced. He didn't say if the latter was good or bad... For now, I get to wait until my inhaler comes in the mail and use that for a few weeks. If significant change isn't seen, the doc is recommending a surgery to remove it and then send it to the lab for analysis. The procedure he says is rather easy to do and he has done several at our local hospital in Kingstown. Until then, I'm still very hoarse but need my voice to work.

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St. Vincent and the Grenadines is currently undergoing a draft bill to propose a new constitution for the country. The constitution currently in place for almost 30 years now ever since SVG gained independence from England. The current government has been gathering and reviewing information to develop this new version. Much of it is the same, but there are several big changes. I won't got the drawn out stuff, but I did see a few things I wanted to note. It seems that SVG is trying to do like many states back home and put a legal definition for marriage.

The proposed constitution defines marriage to be allowed between a person who is born biologically male and a person who is born biologically female. My dear readers--let's not hold debate on this, as I'm sure opinions are split. I am doing my best to stay apolitical, but I must raise an eyebrow at the determinate of being 'born biologically'. What about those few people who are born to both genders? I suppose their intention is to rule out those who have changed genders, but it still makes for a messy hot-button issues. Certainly not as hot-button as back home, but there are those who disagree with same gender marriages that yet don't think it belongs in the constitution.

Actually I had an enlightening discussion with a Vincentian about this topic. This person, who is qualified to speak on such matters, told me that the EU offers quite a bit of funding for various projects. However there is a large quantity of that funding that has some portion of it with requirements that relate to LGBT issues--a sort of if you want the rest, you'll have to include this type of funding. He spoke of increasing pressure on the West Indies islands to reduce the homophobic attitude, but it appears the majority of people simply are not interested in that sort of change. So while he did not say it directly, such constitutional clauses like a heterosexual only marriage and retention of buggery laws would allow a country to reject the sections of such funding as it might challenge sovereign constitutionality.



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Not sure what it is, but for some reason my bathroom seems to be the base of operations for an army of mosquitoes. Ok perhaps not an army, but surely enough to be very annoying. I thought I found a spot near my toilet that led to who knows where and I thought they were coming in from there. I plugged it up with a towel and that seemed to keep them to a minimum. Now, they're back and I see them flitting about in the corners of my eyes. So for now, I am hunting them one by one--trying to keep ahead of the reinforcements.

It will be an epic battle.....


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Lastly, I recently read another volunteer's blog-->Karen on St. Lucia, where she credited some photos to her friend and linked to a site displaying all sorts of trash issues. More than 9 months here and I'm glad that I still get ticked off as seeing all the garbage here on the streets, rivers, and beaches. It isn't as bad in my village as compared to the larger town areas or Kingstown--where some streets smell terrible from it. However, the trash situation here was put into context when I saw some of these linked pictures. Sure, I know garbage is a problem in many countries--developed and developing alike. Not too long ago, Italy had it's own garbage crisis where it was piling high in the streets of Napoli and much of it got shipped up to Germany. Unfortunately, the rise of populations, consumer habits, and mass production are contributing to a booming catastrophe just waiting to happen. The answer isn't as easy as reduce/reuse/recycle or use less packaging--the economics and politics of garbage goes much deeper.

Check out the photos I saw by clicking on this picture below:


Stay safe and happy,
ciao tutti
~your local wannabe jedi
~Shawn

04 June 2009

Davy Jones come ah tek he ah-way

Ok, so I've never heard anybody here actually say the name 'Davy Jones'. And no matter how long I've been here, I still get fun, random thoughts of all things pirate-like. ^_^ For those who don't know who Davy Jones is, legends label him as a sort of devil/god of the seas who claimed the lives of drowned sailors--where they came to rest at his 'locker' on the bottom of the sea. More recently, Disney portrayed him as an undead care-taker of soles aboard the Flying Dutchman.



But why worry about 'ol Davy right now? Well, this week I've taken off the bandanna to pay a bit of respect to a guy named Murphy. Honestly, he was one of the village drunks--as I rarely saw him sober. He was also one of the obnoxious, yet funny people here I have had the pleasure of meeting. He was the only fella who would dance to any sort of music; he'd dance like everybody should--as if nobody was looking. He was a free spirit of sorts and liked simple & silly things. One of his trademarks was wearing sunglasses without the shaded lens to parties. He even gave me a pair, silver frames--no lens, and I admit that I still have them & have worn them to a few parties before. Of course, I got quite a few good laughs when people saw the white guy looking like Murphy--now I'll be the only one wearing them like that.

That's right--the only one. Murphy died this past Sunday, drowned down at Cumberland Bay next to my village. I wasn't there and heard about it the next day. From what I understand, he was drunk as usual and went for a sea bath--perhaps a swim.



I really wonder why drunk people like to swim. Moreover, I wonder why those who might be nearby (I don't know if there were any at that time.) would let a drunk person into the water. Murphy makes the second person that has drown at the bay in the 9 months I've been here; both drownings were alcohol related.



Either way, I'll just remember the crazy dancing, no lens-sunglasses guy and honor the memory. And just another reminder why I don't touch the strong rum.


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On another slightly disappointing note, I was supposed to do a small workshop with the local tourism group last night. We were supposed to start at 6pm and have a regular meeting with my session afterwards. I was there minutes to 6 and got the place set-up. The president was the first to show around 6:20 and a couple others from the group walked by wondering if there was a meeting around 6:45 after I had locked the community center back up.

Seems consensus from a few was they forgot--although it was talked about by most within the past 2 weeks and the session was their request. Normally meetings that don't take place don't bother me so much anymore...I'm kinda numb to it these days. However, I spent a decent amount of time putting the session together for them and took an extra trip to town just to make them tons of hand-out copies since they like those sorts of things. Whatever....



One of these days...


Stay safe and happy,
ciao tutti,
~your local wannabe jedi
~Shawn

01 June 2009

Start of a new season

Hey everyone.

What does today mark?
June 1st (thanks Wikipedia) ^_^
--a day that marks admitting 2 into the U.S., Kentucky (15th state, 1792) and Tennessee (16th, 1794).
--1963 – Kenya gains internal self-rule (Madaraka Day).
--1967 – The groundbreaking Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band album by The Beatles is released
--1974 – The Heimlich maneuver for rescuing choking victims is published in the journal Emergency Medicine
--1980 – Cable News Network (CNN) begins broadcasting.

Today is also:
--International Children's Day in many places around the world.
--National Tree Planting Day in Cambodia
--National Day Against Homophobia in Canada

But most notably--here in the North Atlantic, June 1st marks the opening of the hurricane season.

Communities are gearing up. NEMO (National Emergency Management Organization) will soon be conducting sessions in various communities and disaster preparation jingles will take the airwaves. And what a better way to begin the first day of hurricane season that plenty of pouring rain.

I woke up to the sound of the rain coming down, of course it was 5 minutes before the alarm was set to go off. Don't ya hate waking up before the alarm? The rain has been on and off all day and is closing out the day with another symphony of droplets on rooftops. I got to hear thunder this morning. Sure we get plenty of rain depending on the season, but thunder is something I don't often hear in SVG. Dunno, perhaps it is just me missing it, but given the volume of rain we get--I can probably count the thunder one one hand since I've been here. I don't usually think about it until I hear that rare moment and just enjoy it. Thunder is something I've always enjoyed, coming from Chicagoland where the thunder rolls loudly and crashes like an overzealous timpani drummer. I'll admit a bit of nostalgia and why not. For some it's Starbucks, but for me it's nature's orchestra of thunderstorms and lightning showers that streak the sky.

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Ok before the worry worts back home get ready to unleash themselves--let me say that I've been eating plenty of food and trying to make sure I've got a fairly balanced diet. I even snack quite a bit on crackers/biscuits, banana bread, and was apples (recent addiction). I even started to get a little of what I call my rice pocket belly; alright so it isn't a gut but just my name for it. lol. However, I've still dropped a few more pounds. I was holding steady at 161.4ish for awhile and as of Friday I'm down to 156.7. I haven't weighed so little in a LONG time; I can't even remember how long ago that was. Even in some of my peak training back in high school, I never dropped below 160 and usually sat around 165. I know we are expected to lose some weight.....but I'm going to need to start adjusting my cloth sizes soon.



Voice update--still hoarse, although I can croak out sounds here and there at audible levels. I'm still supposed to keep silent, but have come to the realization that I can't really be an effective volunteer and remain silent. I tried to use my dry-erase board and carry it with me everywhere, but either many people were having difficulty reading what I wrote or noticed I could talk and insisted I do so. Also, I still teach and work alongside community groups that require some level of vocal participation.



My doc on St Lucia (who overseas our med care here) called and told me after consulting with the PC med team in Washington D.C. that I am to go on an inhaler. Not sure what I'll be inhaling or for how long....first time going on one. Supposedly it will take a couple weeks to get here, so more info on that as it comes. I'm told to take it easy on the voice, even with the inhaler, for another 6 weeks and see how we go. If it doesn't get better, more drastic measures will be investigated.

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Got contacted recently from a person on Barbados affiliated with UNIFEM/FAO. She wants my help kick-starting a dormant (but shouldn't be dormant) women's group here in Spring Village. This group started a few years ago, but for reasons I don't know yet have simply stopped meeting altogether. I've been here 9 months now and didn't even know they had existed.

So, now I'm equipped with a list of names and I've been talking to a few of them. They seem interested in regrouping which will make my efforts easier. However, if it's one thing I've been learning--people here love to start and meet for a bit, but the longer efforts/groups last the more the people participating become like magnets with matching polarity.



I'm also prepping to start doing some workshops on organizational strengthening. They will start as a supplement to some communication/leadership training our local tourism has been doing. I'll be testing it out with a fun activity--personality tests and emotional intelligence & how they can affect the work environment communication. If that goes well, I'll be continuing with organization ethics and conflict of interest. I'll be trying to get the Adult and Continuing Education Unit & Community Development Units involved as well--but I'm not holding my breath on that. With proper mobilization, I'll continue the workshops into a series for most major aspects of business/CSO management. I haven't taught these courses, but did rather well on them back in college. Armed with the internet--there is plenty of research material. Now I just need to dig out the time to create my handouts and workshop plans.

In fact, I should be doing that now. hehehehe

Alas, I've been munching on Crix multi-grain crackers...another local weakness...and am starting to slip in my well know food comas.

Stay safe and happy,
ciao tutti,
~your local wannabe jedi
~Shawn