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Saturday, March 8th, 2008

Six words.

Filed under: challenges and memes — alison @ 22:12

A friend submits the following challenge:

Foglia, dans sa dernière chronique, a proposé un jeu :

“ON JOUE ? – Pour finir, une idée piquée dans un journal en Alabama, je ne sais plus lequel, anyway c’est un jeu. On a demandé un jour à Hemingway d’écrire une nouvelle en six mots ; pas n’importe quoi, une vraie nouvelle qui raconte vraiment une histoire. Hemingway a écrit ceci : À vendre : souliers de bébé jamais utilisés (en anglais ça fait six mots).

Sur ce modèle, le journal – peut-être The Atlanta Journal – a demandé à ses lecteurs de raconter leur vie en six mots. Le journal a reçu plus de 15 000 réponses. Deux exemples au hasard : Found true love, married someone else. Moins intense : Wasn’t born a redhead ; fixed that.

J’ai essayé évidemment. J’ai visé de ne pas être trop sérieux, mais quand même, d’être le plus près possible d’un vrai résumé de ma vie. Ça donne ceci : Euh, quelqu’un aurait-il un tournevis ?

Vous, votre vie en six mots (pas sept), ça donnerait quoi ?”

Moi, ça donne ceci : Né handicapé, pour limiter les dégâts.

Et vous ?

Luc

Ok, my six-word life summary is: “Well, at least I didn’t breed.” (I had some others, but they were too self-deprecating to publish.)

And yours? It’s harder than it seems. Give it a try!

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Addendum March 23: If you submit something for the Six Words challenge I’ll bake you a cake next time I see you! If you submit something not self-deprecating, I’ll bake you a cake as a reward and encouragement. It’s a harder thing to come up with and you deserve the recognition. (If it is self-deprecating, then I guess you need cheering up.)

Tuesday, February 12th, 2008

Hugely privileged.

Filed under: challenges and memes — alison @ 08:01

Alston has invited his readers to do the ‘privilege’ meme. It was designed as an exercise for students at the University of Indiana. Students line up together and for each Yes answer they take a step forward. At the end of the exercise, some students have taken quite a few steps. This represents the head start in getting to college that they had over the students who stay close to the original line. Discussion, anger and rationalisation ensue.

An interesting aspect of the exercise is that it’s for college students, so doesn’t include getting to college as a step. (I would hope that the discussion includes those who will never be in that room.)

I am hugely privileged. I knew that: the results of this exercise are no surprise to me. I would have used different criteria in the exercise myself, and my criteria would show me to be even more privileged.

My eye-opening experiences in college were with respect to entitlement. Despite my enormous privilege, I wasn’t prepared for the sense of many of my classmates that the world belonged to them. People who assumed that the position of CEO was theirs – not by right exactly. They’d still have to demonstrate to the board that the position was theirs. But it was what people like them did.

Utz I could deal with: “I know I have more money than most people, so I’m careful. When I go out with someone who doesn’t have money, I take maybe $250 in cash with me. That reminds me that I have limits. If I brought my credit card, I might end up offending my friend by doing something like buying a motorcycle on impulse. If I only have cash, I have to think before I spend.” (This was in 1981, so substitute $578 in today’s currency.) See, Utz had money but he didn’t think the world was his by right. He was always worrying about his place in it. (Well, actually I couldn’t really deal with Utz. I didn’t judge him, but left him to his anxieties and self-doubt. The problems of having too much money were not ones I could relate to or cared to contemplate.)

But this other woman whose name I have erased from my memory? “Don’t worry about Jimmy. Look, he only wants a union in the kitchen because he’d be paid more. But he’s not paid more because he doesn’t deserve more. That’s how it works.” Um, no.

Jimmy ran the dish belt in the kitchen where I worked. He quit school at eight to work in the cotton fields of Georgia when his father got sick. I could relate to him: I had friends whose parents had done the same thing. And Jimmy was an educator, like my family. He used his position on the dishbelt to educate the children of privilege about what it meant to be black and working class in America. I was grateful. He died of a heart attack before retiring.

There were other, unironic, expressions of entitlement. “I always prefer a little blood on the bedsheets.” “I like it so much when women wear hats and gloves.” The hats and gloves comment from one southern man meeting another and happily identifying common cultural touchpoints. But no recognition of what a society where women wear hats and gloves means.

I only lasted a year in that school, but I’m glad I went.

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This is the exercise:

Take a step / Set to bold

 

  • If your father went to college before you started.
  • If your father finished college before you started.
  • If your mother went to college before you started.
  • If your mother finished college before you started.
  • If you have any relative who is an attorney, physician, or professor.
  • If your family was the same or higher class than your high school teachers.
  • If you had a computer at home when you were growing up.
  • If you had your own computer at home when you were growing up.
  • If you had more than 50 books at home when you were growing up.
  • If you had more than 500 books at home when you were growing up.
  • If you were read children’s books by a parent when you were growing up.
  • If you ever had lessons of any kind as a child or a teen.
  • If you had more than two kinds of lessons as a child or a teen.
  • If the people in the media who dress and talk like you were portrayed positively.
  • If you had a credit card with your name on it before college.
  • If you had or will have less than $5000 in student loans when you graduate.
  • If you had or will have no student loans when you graduate.
  • If you went to a private high school.
  • If you went to summer camp.
  • If you had a private tutor.
  • (US students only) If you have been to Europe more than once as a child or teen.
  • (International question) If you have been to the US more than once as a child or teen.
  • If your family vacations involved staying at hotels rather than KOA or at relatives homes.
  • If all of your clothing has been new.
  • If your parents gave you a car that was not a hand-me-down from them.
  • If there was original art in your house as a child or teen.
  • If you had a phone in your room.
  • If your parent owned their own house or apartment when you were a child or teen.
  • If you had your own room as a child or teen.
  • If you participated in an SAT/ACT prep course.
  • If you had your own cell phone in High School.
  • If you had your own TV as a child or teen.
  • If you opened a mutual fund or IRA in High School or College.
  • If you have ever flown anywhere on a commercial airline.
  • If you ever went on a cruise with your family.
  • If your parents took you to museums and art galleries as a child or teen.
  • If you were unaware of how much heating bills were for your family.

So. My modifications would be to remove the step associated with having your own television (this is about getting a head start on going to university, and having a tv in your room is more likely to be a disadvantage). And to add a step for having people who work in your home, like a housekeeper or gardener. For not working more than ten hours a week. A really big step was omitted, and I don’t know why in this context: If you have no children.

Also omitted were questions related to access for people with physical disabilities. If you can walk up stairs. If you can pick up a book. If you were hospitalised or institutionalised for less than a cumulative total of two weeks as a child or teen.

Related: If money was never an object to getting health care. If you were never required to nurse a chronically ill family member.

An assumption in the exercise is that you were raised by your parents. I know it’s cumbersome to read out ‘parent or parents, and/or a relative or guardian you were living with’ but if the purpose is to make privilege visible… let’s do it.

If you felt safe at home as a child and teen. If somebody told you that you were smart. If nobody told you that you were stupid.

What steps would you add? Which do you think do not belong?

Sunday, January 6th, 2008

Love, health and all you desire

Filed under: wishes — alison @ 13:39

In Québec we don’t simply wish people a perfunctory “Happy New Year.” Ideally we compile a thoughtful list so that when we meet someone the first time in the new year we can wish them something personal, philosophical and comforting. A good relationship with their new dog, for instance; insight into the kind of work they really want to do; or a peaceful recovery from a difficult divorce. Since people resemble one another more than we differ, this is often simplified to a universal « L’amour, la santé et tout ce que tu désires »* or « Les trois S … Santé, Sexe et Sous ».**

Over the holidays this year the health bit was a bit sketchy. Mark’s mother actually died, first of all. Mark has been fighting an infection for the past two or three months and his doctor is starting to worry about deeper issues. I’m recovering from the tail end of six weeks of some sort of bronchitis deal. My father came back to Canada to spend the holidays with the family and promptly checked into the hospital with typhoid fever for ten days. Pepe’s kidneys appear to be failing, which means… I’m not sure, or rather I know it means he dies, I’m just not sure when. A cousin younger than I am has leukemia.

But everyone else including my mother and grandmother and Poupoune is glowing with radiant health. Bertha and Matthew went to the hospital to glow with health at Patrick’s bedside. Nora flew to Ottawa with her infant daughter Daphne to smile, watch videos and glow with health during Patrick’s first days post-discharge. Steven glowed with health over the phone from England. Those of us experiencing the ills that flesh is heir to are either on the mend or doing well despite them, so not succumbing.

Health is good. I wish it to all of you. Even more importantly, I wish you someone who loves you anyway, whether that’s a pet, family or a friend. Those who have that kind of love from more than one source are extravagantly wealthy. May you enjoy it! Material wealth gets short shrift these days, we’re supposed to be above worrying about it. But realistically it facilitates both healthy bodies and healthy relationships, so I wish for all of you to avoid the grind of poverty.

And, of course, may we all gain insight into the kind of work we really want to do.

Happy new year!

* love, health and everything you desire
** health, sex and money

Wednesday, December 12th, 2007

Necrology

Filed under: Margrit — alison @ 20:36

In the british tradition one must not speak ill of the dead. One line of thinking is fear that the dead may come back to defend their honour. Another is respect for those not present to defend themselves.

In other traditions one must take care to speak the truth of the dead, to satisfy them that they have been well-understood and that they have left their own mark.

Mark has been conscientious in his account.

Margrit

Monday, December 10th, 2007

End of life issues.

Filed under: Margrit — alison @ 08:03

Mark is in Holland for his annual visit. Saturday he visited his mother. She had been in an assisted-living facility where she needed just a little more care than they could offer. They took away her call button because she used it too much, so when she had a heart attack they didn’t find her until it was almost too late. That was last year; she wasn’t expected to make it then, so Mark flew to Holland to see her in the hospital. She did make it though, and was discharged to a sort of intermediate holding-pen until she could be placed in an extended-care facility.

So, this Saturday Margrit was still in the intermediate facility, no place in an extended-care facility that could meet her needs having been found in the intervening year. She was oriented, clearly not demented but not particularly alert either, speaking only when spoken to. Mark thought it was the effect of all the medication she is on to relieve the pain in her leg. Strokes have paralyzed her on one side. She wears diapers not because she’s incontinent but because there aren’t enough staff to transfer her to the toilet regularly, and she’s heavy enough and paralyzed enough that transfers are difficult. When Mark was there, staff got her out of bed at noon and transferred her to her wheelchair. She has pressure sores from inadequate movement and cushioning. (After the pressure sores developed they ordered her a fancy air mattress that inflates in different spots every ten seconds, but once pressure sores have developed they never really heal. They also ordered her a special foam cushion for her wheelchair but it hasn’t arrived yet.) She eats mush and breathes supplementary oxygen.

Sunday night Mark got a call that she was having more trouble breathing so the facility was “pulling the plug” (? she wasn’t on life support to begin with) and putting her on increased morphine and that the family should gather round. Mark rushed over to discover that his mother was still getting oxygen and that she didn’t have the famous morphine drip, just that her oral morphine prescription had been increased. On the other hand all her other medications have apparently been discontinued, meaning that she was much more alert than Mark has seen her in years. We aren’t quite sure what to think. If the problem is heart failure leading to her lungs filling up with fluid (we don’t know that, there was no doctor at the facility to talk to when Mark was there) then presumably they are withdrawing heart stimulants and her lungs will fill up quickly today.

Or not. This is the third time Mark has been called to a final bedside vigil. The difference this time is that the other two times she went to the hospital. This time she refused to go.

I don’t want to spend the last years of my life oriented but too drugged to have a conversation, continent but shitting my diapers because there’s nobody to help me to the can, my heart problems treated with medication but allowed to develop pressure sores. I just don’t.

Margrit doesn’t either. She doesn’t seem bitter, fortunately.

(I asked Mark to steal the medication in her room while he’s there but he says there isn’t any. They say ODing on blood pressure medication will do it, which shouldn’t be too hard to come by when I need it.)

In the meantime, Mark has gone back to Rotterdam to collect his stuff so he can spend the next few days with his mother and family.

This is so hard.

Amendment: Since speaking with Mark again I have updated the second paragraph to reflect that Margrit does have her own, fitted wheelchair and that once she developed pressure sores she got a really cool air mattress. Also the fourth to add that Margrit was the one to say she didn’t want to go to the hospital this time.

Friday, December 7th, 2007

Sidr / Onward (pictures)

Filed under: Notes from Bangladesh — alison @ 12:17

These are the pictures Patrick took on the tour into the countryside he mentioned in the last letter I posted here.

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Dear Family and Friends,

A few pictures from a quick trip through some of the Sidr-affected areas. Not much to say. None of these are untypical. If you see a picture of a damaged school, multiply this by thousands. Houses flattened — multiply by tens of thousands. The boat in the forest was a considerable distance from the sea. There were clothes high in the trees, illustrating why some people survived by hanging on in the tops of trees. Whole business strips destroyed, washed into ponds and canals. I enjoyed seeing the man taking tea and waiting for normalcy to return to the bits of his home he had managed to retrieve to build a perimeter to live in. Beli’s sister and family have been patching their house back together. They will be able to make major repairs using some contributions we brought from family. There is a picture of Beli in the gate of an ancient and beautiful mosque — built in a day, according to legend. A mammoth tree fell across a wall of the mosque, but no damage at all to the mosque itself.

Good and bad developments. The good: The school-based teacher development strategy I have been proposing and promoting has taken hold with the bureaucracy and we are moving ahead with implementation. The bad: They want to do it right away and I more or less have to be involved, meaning that the two-month winter holiday I have been looking forward to has been reduced to one month.

The ‘cold’ season is kicking in with fresh vegetables being hawked on every street and market. It’s a good season for eating. Beli has started two hours a day with a tutor and is reading everything in sight. People are starting to think about their new clothes for the upcoming Eid and life is feeling festive. Even as two former prime ministers are in jail and at least a third of the last parliament is either in jail or facing prosecution.

Affectionately,
P.

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