Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Daily Report: Feeding Hungry Kids


Getting the food set up.

Group photo. That's Henrik from
Belgium. He works with a foundation
that is helping to fight asthma in
The Philippines.

Every kid gets a big pile of food...

... and juice.

Many of the kids' families are so
poor that they can't afford pants.
Today I joined Epril and the rest of the members of the Expats Ladies Charity (and a couple of Expats Ladies' husbands) and went to Barangay Tubajon in the town of Laguindingan, which is located about 30 kilometers west-northwest of the city of Cagayan De Oro. We went there to feed the children of indigent families who were displaced by the construction of the nearby Laguindingan Airport.

The Barangay of Tubajon is a nice little place on the coast, but sheltered from direct access to the ocean by some impressive mangrove forests. There is a little sandy-bottom waterway that runs the length of the barangay between the shore and the mangroves which is a lovely swimming spot and so tranquil. It was along this canal that the ladies set up a nice little feast for the local kids.

The ladies had bunches and bunches of spaghetti, lots of rice, and broiled chicken breast to serve. I tried pouting and whining, but none of the ladies would give me any of the food: For the kids only!

I was told that the crowd of kids eating today was a bit smaller than in previous weeks, although nobody could say why exactly. But, all in all 20 or 25 kids went home with a very full belly.





After that, we drove further up the coast (and out into the wilderness). We stopped at a promontory and had a nice lunch... the leftovers that the kids didn't eat (plus some bread and cola). Sometimes the ladies go swimming here as well, but it wasn't a particularly pleasant day.

Nearby to this promontory is the ruins of a guard house built by the Japanese during World War 2 to watch the shipping lanes.


The area around here is very windswept and dry, and the shelf-like promontory is the antediluvian remains of a coral reef. Jim Cunningham remarked that the place seemed very much like the bushland of Africa.




When we finished our lunch, we then drove out to look at the new airport. It is very nice, and looks to be finished soon. It is a bit unfortunate that it is father away from Cagayan de Oro than the current airport, but the location is designed to serve not just Cagayan but also Illigan as well, which is another 40 kilometers to the west-northwest.


Finally, it was over to John and Melogy Burn's house for drinks. I sat around with John and Jim Cunningham on the front porch, and we tried to set the record for the most subjects talked about in a single conversation.

From there, Epril and I did a bit of grocery shopping, had some dinner at McDonald's, and then caught a jeepney back to Jasaan. I'm so tired!

Monday, May 17, 2010

Daily Report: Beach Bum


Attorney Carreon.

Mr. Tino and Uncle Bobby.

Charity.
Epril and I spent a good part of the day at the beach today hanging out with friends. I took Tyson along as well and he had fun splashing in the ocean. I went home in the late afternoon, but Epril stayed with the rest of the group and partied all evening.

Other than that, not too much going on. Just a quiet Sunday at home. I played some video games, read a bit, watched TV.

Saturday, May 15, 2010

Daily Report: Erroneous Antonomasia

Not too much went on today. A friend of Epril's from here in Jasaan visited with her fianceé Patrick O'Brien from Ireland (yes, really). Actually, he is an advisor to the transportation union in London. So we spent much of the afternoon chatting about the attempted privatization of London's rail system. He's also very knowledgeable on Africa, so we talked about that as well.

In the evening, it was off to get drunk in Kimaya with Uncle Bobby, Attorney Carreon, and a fellow who was introduced to me as a judge. I called him "Your Honor" all evening until somebody pulled me aside and told me that "Judge" was just his nickname.

Friday, May 14, 2010

Daily Report: Beach, Bistro, and Beer

More photos and videos, less prose today. (Accidental assonance apologies.)

Today was Warren Merideth's son's 4th birthday party. His name is Maxey. We all went to Roan Beach Resort.



Family was there, as well as a clown/magician.



After that, we all went down to the surf and enjoyed an afternoon swim (and photo op).




Then, it was back to Warren's house to get changed, and then we went out to dinner at the new Thai restaurant in town, called Siam (located where Town Restaurant used to be, at Limketkai). The food was very good, and cheap too.



(As Stan would say: "Hi from all of us!")

Finally, it was off to an Eagles meeting. Epril and I arrived late... after all the reading of treasurers' reports and passing of motions and speaking of long speeches had finished, and the beer was being served and everybody was having a good time singing karaoke. Oh oopsies. How did that happen?


Then it was home with Driver Chris at about midnight.

Thursday, May 13, 2010

Daily Report: Universary

I tried to be a little more productive today, but didn't succeed particularly well. Two episodes of "The Tudors" were showing on HBO HD, and that caught my attention since Stan wrote how much he had enjoyed watching it. He was right: Good show, and I'll need to go find the series on DVD.


Nathan on the left, hanging out
at his first birthday party.
After that, it was out to Rent-A-Baby Nathan's first birthday party. Oh, lots to eat.

In the evening, it was back home and Ednel and I tried to make tapioca pudding. It wasn't particularly good. The recipe needs some tweaking.

Tonight, I watched the movie "Duplicity", which was good.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Daily Report: Epanorthosis

I let myself down today.

I stayed in bed until 3:00 this afternoon surfing the internet, playing the Civilization IV video game, and that's about it.

In the late afternoon I finally got up and walked Tyson. Then it was out to the market: I wanted to by the fixins to make some tapioca pudding with Ednel, but there was no vanilla extract to be found in town so it will have to wait. Instead, we made some chicken soup.

I sat around and watched The History Channel all evening. The bulb on my big-screen TV is dying. (My television is smart enough to know this, and puts up warnings every time I turn it on.) The Sony store told me it would cost 14,000 pisos to replace: about $320. Gah. That'll have to wait.

My computer will... should... be here on the 19th. I hope I hope I hope.

Tomorrow I'll try to be more active.

Oh...and bonus video for The Mottern Family... Tyson's biggest fans.

Daily Report: Concession

I didn't do much in the morning, except blogged and read a bit. I do enjoy blogging: It's part diary, part thought exercise, part travelogue, part soapbox. I remember when I first started blogging 6 years ago... I was so surprised to find out that people (other than my mother) were reading what I was writing. I really do this only for myself and my own entertainment. (And posterity: I wonder how long these words will remain engraved on the underbelly of the internet? Possibly forever?)

In the early afternoon, Epril and I went to Attorney Carreon's house for a post-election let-down party. Attorney was an also-ran independent candidate for Vice-Mayor of Jasaan, who placed a respectable third with about a quarter of the vote. While there, I talked with various other local grandees about my business plans, and they agreed to see what introductions could be made on my behalf.

From Attorney's house, Epril and I rode a Jeepney to Cagayan De Oro. First was lunch at McDonald's — their $1 Value Meals are great for those of an impecunious nature. (I had two.)

After that, it was off to the ATM where, lo and behold, the computer systems were down between The Philippines and Chase Manhattan... I promptly withdrew $1,000. Yes: I'm overdrawn as can be. But, really it's a bit of an emergency with my work (and income) being suspended; my money problems are for the time being assuaged... or delayed, depending on how you look at it. I doubt Chase Manhattan will look kindly on my underhanded sublation of cash and will retaliate as expected, but maybe if they are readers here, they'll at least take such action perfunctorily. (Of course... I know it will just be some computer program assigning blame and amercing my guilt; nobody within the marble halls of my large bank even took notice.)

From the ATM, Epril and I went to various motorcycle stores to find a replacement for the foot peg gear change lever of the gentleman's motorcycle I damaged 2 days ago. I found a replacement part — but not stock — for $1.75. No stock parts were available, but the Honda dealer said that one could be had for $5.50 in 3 weeks. I'll offer the substitute part to the fellow and additionally offer to order the genuine article as well, should he desire it.

Next, Epril and I wandered around Limketkai sampling a couple of the food stalls. (All kinds of meals/snacks there in the 25-to-50-cent range.) Then, we went and watched Iron Man 2 at the theater. The Limketkai movie theaters are simply bad (I'll have to remember): The projector bulb was too dim; the sound was muffled; the theater seats were rickety; the snack counter selection was nothing; the decor was shabby. And the bathrooms: just imagine the dirtiest public restroom you've personally ever experienced — this was just as bad. On the up side, the movie was $2 per ticket... albeit the cost at every theater in the country.

The movie was okay though... if blunted by the movie-going experience.

After that, at about 9 p.m., it was a jeepney back to Jasaan.
UPDATE:

(Because my mother wondered: I didn't overdraw my bank account by $1,000. I had my most recent paycheck deposited last Friday, plus my account has a bit of overdraw to rely on. I probably overdrew by a few hundred dollars, and that will be filled back in partly by the small paycheck I have coming in another 9 days. After I get back to work, I'll get my accounts back in shape.)

Monday, May 10, 2010

Daily Report: Rainy Election Day


Ednel, Epril, and Susan ready to vote.

Tyson wants to go too.

Lots of people at the school.

Everybody got purple fingers.

Afterwards, I saw the world's largest
bananas.
There was a steady rain falling today in Jasaan. Great: We needed the rain; Mindanao's hydroelectric system needed the rain.

It was also election day here. I tagged along to watch the process. We went to the nearby elementary school and Epril and her sisters got a number... like the deli. There was a 2-hour wait, so we went off to have some lunch.

After coming back, the voting took place in a classroom. First, the voting list had the voter's photo and a copy of their thumb print and signature with the registrar. The voter then signed again and put their thumb print with the balloter. Then they sat at desks and filled out the kite-sized ballot, and when finished fed it into the finicky-but-functioning optical scanner.

I stood at the open window to the classroom and asked the balloter if I could take pictures of my wife receiving her ballot and voting. "Sure! I'll give you a big smile!" So I started snapping away. Then a poll monitor came over and said, "I'm sorry sir. Photos are not allowed." So, I deleted all the photos I had taken of the polling room.

After that, it was over to Mamma's house for a while, and then back home for a night in front of the TV. Then, upstairs where I finally finished the book, "Sarum".

Sunday, May 9, 2010

Daily Report: Up, Up, And Away

Today was simply a gorgeous day. It was so incredibly clear that we could even see the distant mountains off to the southwest across Macajalar bay. Fantastic.

I borrowed a neighbor's motorcycle (he had just bought a brand new Honda Wave) and rode with Epril up into the mountains to pay a visit to a big chicken farm that I had seen on satellite photos of Jasaan. Instead, it turned out to be a pig farm. Unfortunately, the smell was so intense that poor Epril was retching before we got to within a quarter mile of the place and we had to turn around.

On the way up, however, it was a beautiful ride. We saw that lots of people were working on the tapioca (cassava) crop. (Did you know that cassava is the third largest source of carbohydrate in the world?)

On the way back down the hill from the farm, Epril and I recorded this video. Although it seems more like "Mr. Toad's Wild Ride" because of Epril's unsteady hand and the rushing sound of wind, it really was more "Driving Miss Daisy" at about 15 or 20 miles per hour.


I dropped Epril off with her friend Charity and the rent-a-baby at Emelyn Bird's house for a visit, and then drove by myself up into the mountains by the back road. The scenery was spectacular. The rice paddies were fully grown and the sky was so blue.


The further up I went into the mountains, the prettier it got.


Ultimately, I found this lovely valley pond with some cows bathing and stopped and took a video.


Eventually, I wound up back at the pig farm. The manager wouldn't let me in to walk around because the place was bio-controlled. But he did sit with me out front and answer every question I had about pig farming in The Philippines.


After returning the motorcycle to my neighbor, I found out that I had somehow bent the foot-operated gear-shift lever. This guy loaned me his brand new motorcycle and I had damaged it: I was mortified. I had been so careful... and really, I never drove faster than a brisk walking speed over the bumpy parts... and there weren't that many of those. So, it is off to the city as soon as possible get a replacement part and fix the fellow's motorcycle.

In the evening, Ednel and I cooked a pork Parmesan. It came out quite nice actually. Then I watched a movie on Cinemax called The Bridge At Remegan about World War 2. The story was alright... though the scenes of buildings getting blown up were surprisingly good, considering the age of the film.

Election day tomorrow!

Saturday, May 8, 2010

Daily Report: Durance

It actually was up and running before it died — my computer. Sometimes it just ran so slow that a reboot was in order. So today at about 9 a.m. after shutting down and restarting, there was the empty screen... then the Dell splash screen... then the company's disk security login screen... then the Windows splash screen... then back to the Dell splash screen again... no more Windows. Four times in a row... "Last known hardware configuration": No. Safe mode: No. Windows from command prompt: No.

An hour-long call with the help desk was really nothing more than a post mortem. I might try to take the computer to a local repair shop to see what can be done for it. Theoretically, the computer still lives; only Windows is gone. But my company has decreed a new computer, and a new computer I shall have. (And that's a good thing: I've been begging for a new computer for almost 2 years now.) Regardless, repairs will not help: It would be malapropos and confusing to the hidebound corporate system to start working again with a revenant computer... especially when home-based repairs on corporate equipment are strongly discouraged.


Tikay's egg cheesburgers... 20 pisos
each.

Baby Nathan carries around a
plastic stool.

The nearby schoolyard is a
pleasant place to go.
So, as promised in the post below, my day involved a couple of sallies out of the house against the scourge of acedia: First Tyson and I went for a romp on the nearby school grounds (Tyson learned how to go up and down the slide on the playground), then Epril and I picked up Rent-A-Baby for a wander down to Kimaya to visit Susan who was doing some campaign work. Then, a visit to Tikay's restaurant for burgers. (Six cheeseburgers and four sodas for 152 pisos... $3.35.) Finally, in the evening it was off to a party at one of the pool resorts that was operating on a 4-hour version of Filipino time... a 7 p.m. party that wouldn't start until 11. (We obviously didn't stay to wait.)

My mom called tonight to make sure Epril and I are okay... to see if we needed any help. That was much appreciated. I should make more efforts to chat with my family. We all have blogs now that we use as our primary method to keep in touch... a new digital age method of passive communication. Our knowledge of what we're all up to has never been better, thank you, but the immediacy of conversation is completely gone.

Anyway, so begins the durance of waiting for a new computer. No worries at the moment.

Aw Fuuuuuuuuuuuck

On June 15, 2003, for the first time, I turned on my work computer in Asia and said a little prayer: "Please start." Every day since then, I said the same prayer. Every day since then... for the next 2,519 days, my prayer was answered.

Not today. Today was the day my work computer officially passed away at the ripe old age of 7½.

Another one is on the way from my company... and it will arrive... when? I hope soon. Ten days would be fantastic... 2 weeks okay. I'm mentally prepared for 3 weeks or more though. Until then, I sit.

It was the absolute worst timing too: I had just ran my bank account down to zero by paying my rent 4 months in advance a few days ago, and paid for Ednel's school yesterday. It was the last of my tax refund money. I'll get a micro paycheck in 2 weeks from the 5 days' work I got done this pay period... but that's it for a while.

Well, I can't just sit: I'd get depressed. When I don't want to work and I sit around, nothing makes me happier. But, from experience, when all I want to do is work, and all I do instead is sit around on my ass wishing I could work... that's when the noonday demon finds its mark.

So, out the door I'll go... I'll grab my camera, or grab Tyson, or grab my wife, or grab them all and go for a walk... or I'll grab a broom and clean... or I'll grab a hammer and fix something... I'll probably blog more too, so at least there's that. I might read a bit too... though blogging and reading seems suspiciously like sitting on my ass. I'll need to be careful not to do too much of that.

Friday, May 7, 2010

Thursday, May 6, 2010

Daily Report: Waving From The Rooftops

Epril left this morning for a 36-hour trip with the expat wives to Camiguin Island, which is The Philippines' smallest province located off the coast about 90 minutes' drive north of Jasaan. I would have enjoyed going but for the facts that I had to work and that I would have been the only guy in the group. You can read here about the place. I've yet to go, but understand its volcanic hot springs and white coral beaches are lovely.

A group of little girls on the next street over, standing on their house's balcony, have discovered that they can see me sitting here in my third floor Jungle Perch, about 75 meters away. Apparently I interest them. There were about 6 of them, aged 7 to 10 I would guess, waving at me. (At first, I couldn't believe that they could even see me in here, but every time I turned my head in their direction, they would instantly renew their ludic efforts to get attention.) I waved from my desk, and their childish giggles were carried back on the breeze. Within an hour, the number of Jil Watchers had swelled to over a dozen.

There was one of those rare orange twilights tonight that I've only ever seen in Asia. I imagine it must happen when a thin flat layer of low clouds snatches the orange part of a sunset and bounces the color over the entire sky, making everyone and everything appear to be made from carrot. It's not particularly pretty... just a noteworthy 5 minutes of a rather queer prismatic trick of the light.

Ednel made a beef and vegetable soup for me tonight for dinner, which was rather good. I have her signed up for that 8-month culinary course in Cagayan De Oro (it's 60,000 pisos plus-plus), which starts next Saturday. Obviously, an 8-month culinary course isn't going to accomplish much but it is a better-focused curriculum than what Ednel was taking at the local community college with Hotel and Restaurant Management. They studied napkin folding there, believe it or not: a college course for napkin folding.

Anyway, eventually we'll send Ednel off to a proper chef school when she is a bit older. In the meantime, I imagine that this 8-month course will be a great little isagoge upon which to found her culinary training. After that, perhaps an apprenticeship. We'll see.

I watched a completely interesting show on The History Channel tonight: The history of playing cards.

After that, I read my books. I've added a second book to my reading list (along with Rutherfurd's "Sarum", which I've almost finished): "Jurgen" (online in full in Google Books... just click and start reading) by the American author James Branch Cabell, a contemporary of Mencken. It's a bit of high-brow escapist/fantasy farce... and was the subject of an obscenity case back in the 1920's.

Expat Carrying Around Pot Plants In Cebu Arrested

Dimbulb.

I'm hardly one to discourage somebody enjoying a toke. But, as always: If you're a foreigner in The Philippines and you are buying or using drugs, it is a 100% sure thing that eventually (sooner, rather than later) somebody is going to turn you in for a reward.

Now, on a whole other level: If your white ass is walking down the street with a marijuana plant cradled in each arm... well, you might as well paint yourself bright green, wrap yourself in a bedsheet, and go stand in front of the police station pretending you are a big ol' man-sized spliff and wait for something to happen. Seriously dude: Couldn't you catch a taxi at least to get your herb home? Couldn't you just sense the text messages broadcasting from dozens of mobile phones as you walked down the street... text messages likely sent by the same people to whom you offered a pleasant smile just a half a minute before?

Yes, marijuana is popular here in The Philippines. A large number of Filipinos smoke reefer (even while sitting right on the curb in broad daylight). But you aren't a Filipino, dude. People take special notice when it's the foreigner who gets high, when it's the foreigner who gets drunk, or when it's the foreigner who acts like an idiot... even if the foreigner is doing the exact same thing that his Filipino neighbors are doing... even if the foreigner is getting high, drunk, or acting like an idiot with a crowd of his Filipino neighbors.

Just a message to the rest of you folks reading: Having white skin doesn't mean the law doesn't apply to you here in The Philippines. I'm happy to say that here in The Philippines, having white skin also does NOT mean that there are special laws that apply to you (like in Thailand, where there will be one set of rules written in English and another in Thai). However, your white skin does mean that the laws really apply to you compared to Filipinos. Get it?

In other words: It means that you can watch a parade of Filipino guys walk past your house every day, taking their pot plants out for a walk in the sunshine in front of an entire battalion of police officers, and nothing ever happens to them... but you don't have that right. (Maybe this guy in Cebu thought he did: Maybe he walked around with pot plants all the time up until yesterday... well, surprise!) The only right you and your pot plants have is the right to satisfy some Filipino police officer's curiosity as to whether or not there is any special notoriety, process, reward, recognition, or simple extra feeling of accomplishment for arresting a foreigner.

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Political Rally Tonight


Right in front of my house... the incumbent candidate for mayor put on a rally. Before speaking, his campaign people played over and over again the same 30-second campaign song for 2 hours straight at rock-concert volume. I wonder if, based on that fact alone, anybody on my block will vote for him?


By the way, in the interest of full disclosure, Jasaan's current mayor was the guy who officiated my and my wife's wedding ceremony.

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Election Party

The silence... lack of election trucks driving around blasting music... of the last week has been replaced today by a loud and boisterous recrudescence of activities. I'm having a tough time hearing my work because there are 3 or 4 vans within earshot playing music.

A helicopter has just flown low overhead delivering (apparently) the son of one of the Presidential candidates to deliver a speech in support of his party's mayoral candidate at The Big Vagina. (You know, I genuinely thought Jasaan would have gotten at least a whistle stop by at least one of the four major candidates for President... apparently not.)

By the way, I need to get Epril a ride in a helicopter. She has skipped the big political rally so that she can go look at the helicopter parked on the plaza in front of the church. She has a completely boyish obsession with the machines.

Do Wind Farms Kill Birds?

I had been wondering about this, and now I have my answer:

Do wind farms kill birds?

Yes... but in incredibly small numbers when compared to the entire bird population.

Politifact.com was checking out George Will's claim that wind turbines used to generate electricity are a menace to birds. They concluded:
The latest independent reports estimate the number of birds killed by wind turbines at about 100,000 per year. That's according to a 2007 report from the National Research Council called "Environmental Impacts of Wind-Energy Projects."
So, the next question I asked was: How many birds are there in America? The answer is:
Based on the detection of an average of about 3,325 birds/square mile on the 1973 Breeding Bird Survey, Aldrich et al. (1975) estimated 9.975 billion breeding landbirds for the United States exclusive of Alaska and Hawaii, and concluded that the autumn population was probably about double that figure, or around 20 billion birds.
How many birds in America are killed per year by wind farms? 100,000. What is the bird population of America? 20 billion. A bird's chances of getting killed by a wind farm? 1 in 200,000. When you compare this to the number of birds killed by crashing into buildings... or even meeting your cat... it's a tiny number. Even if wind farms were to increase a hundredfold over the next 50 years, (assuming a even distribution of wind farms, which obviously wouldn't happen... the wind farms would be larger and clustered together in certain wind-prone areas), the number would climb to 1 in 2,000... which is still a fraction of what man and domestic beast kills through other means.

I'll Admit, I Fell For It

Some things I accept at face value. This is usually for one of two reasons: (1) The issue/fact isn't important enough to me to spend my time confirming it from a second source, or (2) even though I wouldn't mind checking it out, there is no second source to confirm with.

Other than on facts which have fallen under one of those two categories (and which, although having been accepted at face value, I don't claim any real knowledge on which to base comment), I am generally comfortable in my knowledge of things.

I really am an inquisitive fellow, hell-bent on stuffing my head with as much knowledge as I can. I spend at least 2 hours per day studying news and current events, 1 hour per day studying history (not including what I watch on The History Channel), and half an hour per day studying English.

I actually took 3 or 4 minutes to look around on the internet when I had heard about General Motors repaying its TARP funds "ahead of schedule and with interest." Said the second source: "Sure enough." (And 3 or 4 minutes at a second source was really as much time as my limited interest would allow... and, honestly, a complete lack of reason to suspect sophistry.)

It's bullshit, it turns out.

What is surprising is why GM would lie so blatantly about something. We're fast coming into the age of The Fact Check. People are starting to realize that there is a lot of bullshit out there, and want to run every bit of information through a Truth Machine. If you go out and claim something as important as GM repaying its TARP funds, you can be damn sure that at least one person is going to look into that, and — if you lied — a video like the one below is going to wind up on YouTube.



And just a pointer to the White House? Since your credibility is directly linked to stupid shit like what GM pulled (and you most certainly should have immediately seen — or suspected — the highjinks), you should have run Robert Gibbs out there in front of the cameras in the first five minutes to declare, "Sorry... no they didn't."

And yes: One needs to recognize the philosophical conundrum faced when acknowledging the possibility that the video above may be false... or the source that claims that the video above is false is itself false... and so on ad infinitum. Perhaps I'm late to the party in realizing that fact. It certainly would explain the solipsistic nature of Americans these days: I'll never find the truth, so I should just stop looking.

Well, herein concludes our lesson in jungle-based epistemology: Even the stuff that is too obvious, too mundane to be a crock... still may be.

False Causality: Red States and Teen Pregnancy

I was reading this interesting article by Jonathan Rauch which expounds on a premise set forth by two family law professors in their new research paper ("Red Families v. Blue Families: Legal Polarization and the Creation of Culture"):

1. Conservative values beget teen pregnancy.
2. Teen pregnancy begets too-young marriage.
3. Too-young marriage begets an end to education.
4. An end to education begets poverty and ignorance.
5. Poverty and ignorance beget conservative values.

This cycle, Rauch claims, results in those famous "Red States" where teen pregnancy and divorce are skyrocketing even though they are the "bastions" of the Family Values crowd. In contrast, he says, following the premise of the research:

1. Liberal values beget abstinence and contraception.
2. Abstinence and contraception begets delay of marriage.
3. Delay of marriage begets continuation of education.
4. Continuation of education begets wealth and intelligence.
5. Wealth and intelligence begets liberal values.

This results in those famous "Blue States" where teen pregnancy and divorce rates are the lowest.
To define the divide in a sentence: In red America, families form adults; in blue America, adults form families.

[This] is what "families form adults" means. [In the past] many teenagers and young adults formed families before they reached maturity and then came to maturity precisely by shouldering family responsibilities. ...

But then along come two game-changers: the global information economy and the birth-control revolution. The postindustrial economy puts a premium on skill and cognitive ability. A high school education or less no longer offers very good prospects. ... Meanwhile, birth control separates decisions about sex from decisions about parenthood, and the advent of effective female contraception lets men shift the moral responsibility for pregnancy to women, eroding the shotgun marriage. Divorce becomes easy to obtain and sheds its stigma. Women stream into the workforce and become more economically independent — a good thing, but with the side effect of contributing to a much higher divorce rate.

In this very different world, early family formation is often a calamity. It short-circuits skill acquisition by knocking one or both parents out of school. It carries a high penalty for immature marital judgment in the form of likely divorce. It leaves many young mothers, now bearing both the children and the cultural responsibility for pregnancy, without the option of ever marrying at all.

New norms arise for this environment, norms geared to prevent premature family formation. The new paradigm prizes responsible childbearing and child-rearing far above the traditional linkage of sex, marriage, and procreation. Instead of emphasizing abstinence until marriage, it enjoins: Don't form a family until after you have finished your education and are equipped for responsibility. In other words, adults form families. Family life marks the end of the transition to adulthood, not the beginning.
I think that's a specious connection being insinuated by the writer, Jonathan Rauch, between political mindset or proclivities and this "family formation" schema. I can't be sure if the researchers made it themselves... although the title of their paper ("Red Families v. Blue Families: Legal Polarization and the Creation of Culture") certainly hints that they were thinking at least of something similar (if not just trying to sensationalize their findings).

Just as an immediate starting thought: black and other minority Americans tend to be overwhelmingly Liberal, and yet they are victim (if that's the best word) to this same "traditional family formation" pattern as the (let's just come out and say it:) rednecks.

I think it is more of an economic / educational (and perhaps spiritual) process that leads people to teenage pregnancy and early marriage, rather than one of morals or values or cultural norms. I doubt that horny teenagers in Alabama are somehow more likely to reject the use of a condom as compared to horny New York teenagers because they were raised differently. I doubt that teenage girls in Texas pass on using contraceptive pills because Texas parents stop them from doing it whereas Oregon parents don't. I really don't think that the options that a pregnant teenage couple ponders while praying in a Baptist Church in Georgia would be very different from those pondered by a pregnant teenage couple praying in a Baptist Church in Massachusetts. Finally, inversely, I don't think that a boy from a Democrat-voting family in Connecticut is more likely than a boy from a Republican-voting family in Tennessee to refuse to marry his pregnant girlfriend, leaving her knocked-up, alone, and unsupported.

While ignorance may lead to teen pregnancy and teen marriage, ignorance isn't a trait that lives only in the minds of the denizens of The Red States of America. It's far more likely that the teenagers in Red States believe that their educational and economic prospects are dim enough that they don't feel that they are "hurting their chances" at success by starting a family early. (And, having grown up in the New York version of a redneck bastion, I'd say they are probably right.)

Actually... that just helped me figure it out: Thinking about my home town. Rauch and these two professors are completely wrong.

Here's why:

My school in my hometown of Bath, New York, ran a rather broad gamut of the rural social backgrounds, from children who grew up in shacks out in the woods to the children of the highly educated local professionals. When did the kids who grew up in shacks get pregnant and get married? Early. Where are they now? Bath. Some of them are in shacks, some of them are doing better than their parents, a few of them are doing far better than that as well. But overall... well, that's the way the world works. And their kids are now sitting at the same desks I and my school mates sat at 25 years ago.

Kids living in shacks (or kids who are otherwise better off, but are slackers or failures) in general don't plan on college; they plan on a wife, kids, and a job... if they plan at all. Whether they get started at the age of 16 or 19 or 23... it doesn't impact too much when a job at the local diner or gas station or factory or farm is all they ever expected out of life.

But, what about the other half of Bath's kids who had "better prospects" based on their upbringing, their family's stability or economic status, or their educational efforts? Most of them left town, went to college, and now they're living (more often than not) in "Blue" states. Why? Because that's where the good-paying jobs that they studied hard for at college took them.

Of course, after college some of them went back to Bath... or even to other "redneck bastions" in other places... but their kids will nevertheless have the same opportunities that they themselves had (as compared to the kids who started off in shacks) when they were kids in Bath.

So, I'll agree that the basic foundational fact of the article is accurate: Early marriage doesn't work well in the modern world. Yes: They have a higher likelihood of divorce due to their age and inexperience. Yes: They are unlikely to attain higher education because of their family responsibilities. Yes: They are much more likely to be poor without a full college education. No doubt to any of that. But the social stressors that lead to pregnancy, early marriage (and eventual divorce) aren't primarily a function of political alignment, religious upbringing, or moral values.

Most importantly, the premise that such negative consequences are brought about by "conservative" or "traditional" values isn't true because, quite simply: Ignorance, lack of better alternatives, and (let's face it) unadulterated teenage libido knows no political strain.

The second claim that teen pregnancy and young marriage have measurable geographical "hot spots" (in "Red States") while true, is a false causality. Location, as shown in my hometown example, is a function of education, opportunity, and economics more than any kind of cultural or political habitat: The richer and better-educated you are, the more likely you are to move (and to have the means and desire to make the attempt to move) to a "Blue State environment" if you grew up in a Red one.

So, in summary:

1. Family's wealth or poverty helps determine family stability.
2. Family stability helps determine child's educational prospects.
3. Child's educational prospects help determine child's opportunity.
4. Child's opportunity helps determine child's family location.
5. Family location helps determine family's wealth or poverty.

Hat tip to J. for the link to the article, by the way.

Saturday, May 1, 2010

Daily Report: Zax Reopening

We went to CDO this evening. First stop was Warren's house where the kids were swimming in their new pool.
After that, it was out to dinner at Country Steak House. I actually had fish though. (Ednel had cooked pork steaks for lunch and I didn't want char-broiled for 2 meals in a row.)

After that it was off to Sky Bar for a few drinks before driving on to Vacation Hotel and the new location opening of Zax... an old bar replaced by Star Entertainment in their old location, now open again.

Of course, it just wouldn't be Zax without Mystika and The Sunriser Band.



The Sunriser Band is really an interesting entertainment concept: A band that plays oldies dance music, but occasionally devolves into a drag show or comedy routine. But never so much that it becomes old or tired. The only unfortunate part is that the funniest and most ribald parts are always in Visayan. Based on the laughter of the locals, it must be some funny stuff though. Epril and I actually had Mystika and the band perform at our wedding reception... and they were wonderful. (They skipped the drag show aspect for that occasion.)


Zax was packed to standing room only. Epril and I and the two couples we were with were going to leave, but we found Bennie and all his friends down in front willing to squeeze us in at their table. Then, as we were on our way to that table, some people got up and departed leaving open a table that we immediately claimed for ourselves.

Dancing and drinking (and lots of posing for photos) ensued.

Cagayan's most popular camera deliveryman arrived late from his Rotary Governor's Meeting, but was immediately seated by Zax's owner in the swanky new V.I.P. section.

Anyway, it was home at midnight, driven by driver Chris. The music at Zax was great, and the decor is much improved from the old site. Stay away from the mixed drinks though and stick to the beer: 150 pisos for a vodka tonic is a bit steep, especially when compared to the price of a beer.

Best Car Chase Ever

I was thinking about this today: The short film "C'Était Un Rendez Vous" by Claude Lelouch. It really is the best car chase film ever. Why? Because it is 100% real. No scripts, no professional drivers, no closed off streets. Just a guy with a camera strapped to his bumper, driving as fast as he could through Paris at 5:30 a.m.

Viewing such a car chase (well... "chase" as the genre... there was only one car) really is just an entirely different experience when you watch something and realize, "This isn't Hollywood... or ESPN racing coverage. Those red lights he's driving through actually mean that other cars could be crossing in front of him at any second. Those people on the side of the road really don't know he's coming and really could accidentally walk out in front of him. Those corners he's going around really could have an oncoming car on the other side... and I wonder how many pigeons he really killed?"

It's the original reality TV... 1976.