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.

Friday, April 30, 2010

Health Care Reform Is Socialism A Republican Idea

I've mentioned this before: The "Obamacare" that Republicans are screaming about as "socialized medicine" and a "government takeover of the healthcare industry"? (Boo! Did I scare you?) That plan is an exact copy of the 1993 Dole-Chafee Republican healthcare reform bill introduced as an alternative to President Clinton's healthcare reform.

That's right: The healthcare reform that Republicans are telling you is so bad was written by Republicans 17 years ago.

Of course, politics require you to take every advantage possible: So while telling you how bad the "socialist healthcare reform" is for America (even though it was originally written by Republicans), the Republican leader is out in front of cameras today telling anybody who will listen that the best parts of the "socialist healthcare reform" were put in there by Republicans (even though they've said before time and again that not a single Republican idea was ever included in the final bill).

Remember this kids: When President Obama does something, no matter what, it's Socialism... and Republicans will tell you that it's the worst thing ever in the whole wide world. When Republicans do the same thing, they'll tell you that it's fantastic, will save the country, and will make your teeth whiter and your breath fresher... and that it was their idea all along and Obama is just a big poopy head for stealing their Fashizzle... except that's its socialism and it will kill you.

Oh for Chrissakes, it's called The Memory Hole. Don't you read Orwell? Republicans are simply asking you to use your doublethink skills: "We are at war with Eastasia. We've always been at war with Eastasia."

Thursday, April 29, 2010

Information Request

I like to think I'm the smartest person I know... but I'll be damned if I can't figure out what a derivative security is. I pledge a six pack to whoever can explain what such a thing is. (And I've read all the online definitions... so above and beyond those, if you please.)
UPDATE:

Mr. Phil graces my comment section with his wisdom... and I'm the smarter for it. And yes... I sent him $10 via PayPal. But no... I can't say whether he spent it on beer or not.

Balut

Tonight everybody (me excluded) snacked on The Philippines most famous weird food: balut. Balut is a fertilized egg — a duck fetus — halfway grown in the egg, and then eaten. The appearance is simply awful, but according to Andrew Zimmern, whose job is to eat strange foods, the taste is akin to scrambled eggs with the flavor turned up to 11.
Note the fetus on the plate. Those with a sturdier palate eat the fetus, which apparently is without bones or feathers. The rest only eat the yolk and amniotic fluid.

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Thailand Says, "Never Mind The Bollocks"

Arrivals at Bangkok's airport are down 33% because of the political violence gripping the capital. Obviously, tourists (probably nothing but tourists) are cancelling trips to Thailand at what must be approaching majority numbers.

So, what's Thailand going to do? Promote! Promote! Promote! I'm trying to figure out whether the Tourism Authority of Thailand actually thinks that potential visitors are dumb enough to say, "Well yes, there are riots and bombs and soldiers and the potential for open warfare, but the Royal Palace is a must see!"... or they just figure they should do something no matter how unintelligent.

Twits.

If I were in charge of The Philippines tourism board, NOW would be the time to spend some serious money on promotions, showing how The Philippines just kicks Thailand's ass.

Thailand is most famous for the "3 S's" (sun, sand, and pretty ladies). The Philippines has... uh...

Well, Thailand has lots of crazy people running around in color-coded shirts shouting political slogans right now. The Philippines never... um...

Even so, Thailand has all those crazy Muslim folks down South. In The Philippines there aren't... er...

Well, I'm sure that right now there are no bombs going off in Manila... but there are in Bangkok. Hurry up, PI: You've got a leg up on Thailand for a change. Take advantage of it.

A New Syncresis of Philosophies To Play With

I've always liked to use the term "Liberal Leaning Libertarian" to describe the political synergy at play in my mind. Basically, I'm far too uncomfortable ascribing any particular political generalization to my beliefs, and such a limiting exercise in nomenclature would mislead people to think that I'm "them" or "us" on the political spectrum.

I'm not. None of us are. None of us, fully, are "progressive", "liberal", "left wing" (or "Democrat"); none of us, fully, are "reactionary", "conservative", or "right wing" (or "Republican").

I wrapped myself up in the "Liberal Leaning Libertarian" (LLL... catchy!) label to muddy the waters... and clear them. I recognized the need to add at least another dimension to the political label I used to situate myself. Thus, I claim to be a "social liberal" and a "small government fiscal conservative"... LLL.

It seems that I'm in good company with this right/left dichotomy discontent. A gentleman named Noah Millman has come up with a new taxonomy for the political spectrum based on three dimensions, which I think is absolutely perfect. His three axes of political thought are:

1. Liberal versus Conservative.
"A liberal is someone who is generally impressed with the capacity of an individual, and who therefore wants individuals to be free to develop those capacities. Liberal distrust of authority and belief in the importance of open minds and freedom of inquiry stem from this basic assumption.

"A conservative by temperament takes the opposite side in this dispute. [P]eople are not so much moved by ideas as by sentiments. Not only are human beings fundamentally selfish, they are frequently perverse. Deference to authority combined with an intense concern for the nature of that authority and its legitimate grounds grows naturally in conservative soil.

"Put simply: a liberal outlook trusts individuals and questions authority; a conservative outlook distrusts individuals and defers to authority."
2. Left versus Right.
"A left-wing perspective is animated by failure and the consequences thereof. Whether we’re talking about Rawlsian liberals or Christian socialists or orthodox Marxist-Leninists, the ultimate object of concern is the miserable of the earth. Their perspective, their needs, are the beginning and the end of political morality.

"A right-wing perspective is opposite to this. How to design a system that adequately rewards success is the essence of the right-wing political project. What constitutes "success" may vary among different kinds of right-wingers ... but these are all kindred spirits in that all are asking how to reward success, so that we get more of it, rather than how to mitigate the consequences of failure.

"Put simply: a right-wing perspective is animated by an affinity for the winners and their interests, while a left-wing perspective is animated by an affinity for the losers and their interests."
3. Progressive versus Reactionary.
"The progressive is future-oriented. Things will — or could — be better in the future than they are now. But more than this, history has a direction that can be discerned, and that one must be cognizant of in constructing one's politics.

"The reactionary, by contrast, is past-oriented. Things will — likely — be worse in the future than they are now, just as they were better in the past. Apparent progress masks the loss of things that were more valuable than the novelties acquired."
So, where do I align myself on this 3-dimensional continuum of political thought?

1. Liberal versus Conservative. By this model, I'm fully Liberal: Nothing is more important to me than individual responsibility and freedom from government involvement in the regulation (other than in the strictest legal/illegal sense) of morals, behavior, and life choices. Yes to gay marriage, legalized drugs, euthanasia, pro-choice... all to be left to the individual. 100% liberal.

2. Left versus Right. I'm 50-50 here. Right in the middle. Basically, my belief is that the American federal government's sole responsibilities are to (1) ensure the health of the people (insofar as they are individually willing to be helped), (2) maintain the safety of the nation (insofar as it is collectively willing to be defended), and (3) enforce federal regulations of private enterprise that ensure (1) and (2). The rest of the responsibility goes to the states, or to individuals as they see fit.

I believe that "winners" and "losers" are not fully of their own making. I believe that people can do everything right and still wind up on the losing side of life, with the need for government to help them out. That's why I support full access to healthcare for everyone (with government help, if needed), but at the same time think that Social Security and other such programs should be voluntary because receiving government support should not be mandatory.

Similarly, I also oppose any and all efforts of government to restrict the path to success that people take (other than, again, in the strictest legal/illegal sense). I believe in flat taxes, minimization or elimination of estate taxes, and a laissez faire business environment, et cetera. However, I also fully support government regulation of business practices on a systemic level... such as the FDA, the FEC, the EPA, and so on, because it has been often proved that business (mistakenly or purposefully) acts against the interest of the greater public weal.

3. Progressive versus Reactionary. I'm fully progressive. Other than the preservation and appreciation of cultural and historical treasures, and the lessons learned from them, I do not value the past. I have very little faith in the applicability of history, tradition, or the status quo to the new and changing circumstances of humanity. I fully believe that there is always a better way of doing things, and that human advancement is founded on the trial (and error) of societal, political, and intellectual experimentation.

So: Under this new rubric, I'm a Progressive Liberal Centrist. Well, we shall see if the new nomenclature sticks. Otherwise, I'll stick with the tried-and-trusted "Liberal Leaning Libertarian".

U.S. Expats Giving Up Citizenship Increasing

From the New York Times, the number of American expatriates renouncing their U.S. citizenship is skyrocketing:
Still, 502 was the largest quarterly figure in years, more than twice the total for all of 2008, and it looms larger, given how agonizing the decision can be. There were 235 renunciations in 2008 and 743 last year. Waiting periods to meet with consular officers to formalize renunciations have grown.

Anecdotally, frustrations over tax and banking questions, not political considerations, appear to be the main drivers of the surge. ...

American expats have long complained that the United States is the only industrialized country to tax citizens on income earned abroad, even when they are taxed in their country of residence, though they are allowed to exclude their first $91,400 in foreign-earned income. ...

Stringent new banking regulations — aimed both at curbing tax evasion and, under the Patriot Act, preventing money from flowing to terrorist groups — have inadvertently made it harder for some expats to keep bank accounts in the United States and in some cases abroad.

Some U.S.-based banks have closed expats’ accounts because of difficulty in certifying that the holders still maintain U.S. addresses, as required by a Patriot Act provision.

Daily Report: Enjoy The Silence

My new blender broke after 3 days. Blame Canada: I figured that the white "Made In Canada" text on the red maple leaf would have ensured that my 1,200 pisos didn't get pissed away. Wrong. In case I haven't mentioned it before, everything I buy is crap... whether it is top of the line or bottom of the barrel: shitty products always find their way into my shopping cart.

The endless procession of jeepneys blasting campaign music seems to have stopped. Epril told me that one of the mayoral candidates had a rather bad night at a debate of some kind the other night, and maybe he saw the writing on the wall and gave up. The other guy maybe is conserving his resources now. Who knows really? The only poll I can go on is the number of orange posters I see put up compared to the number of green posters. Based on that alone, I can guess which candidate is going to win.

It's actually an interesting campaign. I was talking to one of the candidates for mayor and I asked him specifically what the differences were between him and his opponent. His response: The incumbant is an engineer by trade, and he focuses on infrastructure and public works. The challenger is in the civil service, and he focuses on social welfare and population improvement. A fair enough comparison I would say: Take your pick Jasaan.

The screw fell loose in the muffler of the generator again. I keep forgetting to crack the damn thing open and fix it... until, once again, the generator is turned on and the muffler is piping hot. Fortunately, I've discovered that if I just take a piece of wood and push it against the muffler, and then put the other end against the nearby wall, it holds the shaking muffler away from clattering against the nearby plate.

Yup, life is a bit boring at the moment. That's okay though: It's boring in a tropical, exotic, friendly place.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Daily Report: Summary Of Longueur

Very little has been happening this week.

On Sunday, Epril and I went in to a birthday party in CDO. Then afterwards we went shopping at Limketkai, where we bought lightbulbs and a new blender. (The old blender finally stripped the gear thing on the bottom entirely. $25 for a new one.) We also had a nice dinner out at the Japanese restaurant.

On Monday, Epril did her usual feeding of hungry kids with the Expatriates Ladies Charity. Mike Bird stopped by for a visit at the house as well.

On Tuesday, I spent the day feeling ill: one of my sisters-in-law (I won't say which one) tried to poison me with her ginger pork dish. Also, the Rent-A-Baby was in the house for the day, and he brightened the place up considerably.

(11-month-old Nathan and 13-month-old Tyson are good friends.)


On the other hand, my other sister in law, Ednel, has been cooking wonderful things for me lately. I've decided to put her HRM training to use by making her the house's head chef. (There is finally a culinary school opening up in CDO, or at least that is what we're told. Therefore, we might transfer Ednel out of the HRM program at the local community college and into the culinary school where she belongs. We originally wanted to send her to Manila to study culinary arts there, but that wasn't in the cards.) She has cooked a very nice chicken in a light diablo sauce (accidentally: I don't think Ednel knows what a diablo sauce is), a very good pork teriaki, and a breaded fried chicken.

On Wednesday, Epril and Ednel went shopping in Limketkai again for things to feed me. They also bought a DVD called the Legend Of The Seeker, a television program based on a series of fantasy books I had purchased (but not yet had time to read) that Ednel has gotten her hands on and been working through. (She reads voraciously by any standard, tearing through a 1000-page novel in under a week.)

This week, work has been going better. It unfortunately has to do with the realization that I'm going to be plugging away at this job for a while longer yet, so I might as well do just that. I guess it's the vocational version of battered wife syndrome: Escape is impossible; might as well not complain and just try to make the best of it.

Besides, as Baudelaire said, "Tout homme qui n'accepte pas les conditions de la vie, vend son âme." Any man who doesn't accept the conditions of life sells his soul. (Hey Professor Braga, sorry I've let you down: The first time I wanted to break out a quote I learned from the 20 weeks' worth of French poetry we studied together, and it wasn't a line from Le Bateau Ivre.)

A Good Way To Lose An Hour (Or A Few Evenings)

If you are a history buff, InfoPlease has a fantastic At-A-Glance World History summary.

It breaks down thusly:
Ancient History
1–999 (A.D.) World History
1000–1899 (A.D.) World History
1900–1999 (A.D.) World History
2000—2009 (A.D.) World History
Millennium Milestones

You can just read the summaries or, if you're like me, use them to send yourself off to Wikipedia Heaven.

Sigh. Mr. Robinson's high school history class is wasted on teenagers. Honestly: If I am ever well-off enough to retire early, I'm going to retire by going to study history at university.

Monday, April 19, 2010

Fat By History

If you ever wanted to know how fat people are today, just take a look at our past. Here is a photo of Barnum and Bailey's sideshow freak, "Chauncey Morlan, The Fat Man" taken circa 1900. (My God, just look at the size of him!)

Tyson



Sunday, April 18, 2010

Where Does My Name Come From?

Yes... I have a strange last name, "Wrinkle"; here is the onomastic source.

"Wrinkle" almost certainly started off as "Wrinkler", which was a mispronunciation of "Winkler", another strange — but not quite as uncommon — family name. As with a large portion of family names, Winkler is a job title. It comes from the verb "to winkle" which is an old British word for "prying off". This verb is derived from noun "periwinkle"... a mollusc that spends most of its life stuck to rocks along the shoreline.

Therefore, a winkler... a Wrinkle... is somebody who walks up and down the beach prying snails off of rocks.

(Obviously the Winkler clan of England and their descendants are people of the highest social status and noble birth.)

So where does my first name come from? Well, that's an altogether different story.

I'll let you choose from one of several possible explanations:

1. It's a nickname given during my college years by my too-frequent use of the phrase "Chill Out" when I departed a place, which, when too intoxicated, started to sound like "Jil Out." (I started saying that after watching an episode of 21 Jump Street.) People started calling me "Jill" and since I always wanted a nickname, I figured that would be a good one... but lost an L to give it a hip, Scandanavian look. (I actually used to write it J1L, with a number 1, but that just confused people. Then I wrote it in all lowercase "jil" which I still do from time to time. Then I finally just went to "Jil".)

2. I was a girl named Jill, who became a boy, but was too lazy to pick a manly name like Bob or Frank... and just dropped an "L" instead. My life as a housewife bored me, so I took hormones, grew a beard, lost my hair, and moved to Asia to find the perfect woman I never wanted to be.

3. Some people in Thailand adopted me into their "family", but couldn't pronounce the name I was born with, and gave me the nickname "Jiew". Since I was new to the country, and happy to be "fitting in" with the locals, I happily started calling myself Jiew... but my American friend's little girl couldn't pronounce that and thought my name was Jill, which all the adults thought was funny and started using it to tease me. Since I couldn't stop them from calling me Jill, I adopted it, but changed it to one L to differentiate between the girl's version.

4. I'm hiding out from my past crimes and using a false identity. But my real initials are J.I.L.

(OK... Those of you who already know any of my real names are not allowed to comment. Heheh.)


New Website

Courtesy of Mr. Farrell, I've discovered a new blog about CDO development, called "Progress Watch: CDO". It's a truly fantastic site for anybody interested in seeing what is going on or going up in Cagayan De Oro. Lots of photos too... the authors go right out to the construction sites to do their reporting.

There is also a nice listing of hotels, restaurants, entertainment venues, shopping, and outdoor activities.

All in all, I would say that Progress Watch: CDO is the best resource on the internet for watching Cagayan De Oro grow.

That Could Suck

It looks like somebody has it in their mind to build the Mindanao Railway System through and past Jasaan. As I said before, they should just build the railway down the middle of the coastal highway, as that is the flattest and emptiest land in the area on which to build a railway.

But actually building a railway past Jasaan? Well that almost certainly needs to be built on the highway. It's either that, or build it right on the water's edge, which would be senseless. Or, destroy entire Barangays: Most of the villages on the part of Mindanao around the Jasaan area are essentially built along the highway... a mile long and only a few hundred feet wide, steep hills 150 feet back on one side, beach 100 feet away on the other.

Building a railway through the middle of towns like that would displace a huge portion of the population, and it would be for a railway that I don't think would be that valuable. Really: Why build a waterfront factory on the coast out near Jasaan, and then ship your goods by rail to a port 30 miles away when you could just build a dock — like most of the factories out near Jasaan already have done — and ship your products either to an entrepot distribution site in Manila or Cagayan De Oro by water?

My personal opinion? Except perhaps for a light rail system stretching from, say, the future Hajin ship building facility in the East, through Cagayan De Oro, to the new international airport in the West, no other railway will be completed in the foreseeable future.

But then again, look at the highway being built in CDO, and perhaps there is reason to wonder if Macajalar bay's waterfront will switch over to speeding cars and rumbling freight trains.

Granted, Macajalar Bay ranks, on the whole, at the bottom of beach quality in The Philippines... so turning the entire coast into a speedway (rail or road) isn't a crime against humanity; but I think a railway past Jasaan is definitely overkill.

By the way: That highway is pointed right at the front yard of some million-dollar mansions in Villa Ernesto. (There are also four Kanos out here in Jasaan with rather valuable beachfront villas. I'll bet they aren't too keen on trading in their beach for a railroad. But again, I doubt that will happen.)

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Teabaggers In Pattaya?

I imagine that more than a couple of Americans in Pattaya I know wound up with a couple of bottles of Chang in their tax refund. But what Wat this guy was thinking of, I'm not sure.

I read a report that said that Teabaggers (that's the Teabaggers who protest having to pay the lowest taxes in 60 years, not the teabaggers who suck on... oh never mind) are more educated than the average American. As I've said before, I believe that Americans are the dumbest educated people on this planet... so I won't argue with that assessment.

Andrew Sullivan sums up Teabaggers very nicely:
And this is why, despite my own deep suspicion of big government, I remain unmoved by the tea-partiers. Their partisanship and cultural hostility to Obama are far more intense, it seems to me, than their genuine proposals to reduce spending and taxation. And this is largely because they have no genuine proposals to reduce spending and taxation. They seem very protective of Medicare and Social Security — and their older age bracket underlines this. They also seem primed for maximal neo-imperial reach, backing the nation-building efforts in Afghanistan and Iraq, favoring war against Iran, etc. ...

So they are truly not serious in policy terms, and it behooves the small government right to grapple with this honestly. They both support lower taxation and yet bemoan the fact that so many Americans do not pay any income tax. They want to cut spending on trivial matters while enabling the entitlement and defense behemoths to go on gobbling up Americans' wealth. And that lack of seriousness is complemented by a near-fanatical cultural alienation from the modern world.
mi·sol·o·gy noun: Hatred of reason, argument, or enlightenment.

Exceptionally Cool Bit Of Technology

Winscape: At first, it seems kind of dorky. Hang two televisions on your wall and set up a computer to display a vista on them so that you have a mountainside view (as in this video below) of the Golden Gate Bridge.

Until you move around...

There is a sensor that tracks you moving around the room, and as you do it adjusts the (motion) picture being displayed to adjust to your point of view, so that it appears that the image is a dynamic view.

Well... it looks cool on YouTube, though I'm sure that in practice it doesn't pop out at you nearly as well. But: It is an interesting toy, and it definitely is a first future step for immersing entertainment experiences, 3D holography (imagine combining this technology with the new 3D televisions). So, okay... it is still dorky and nerdy, but most first steps of new arenas of technology tend to be that way.

Friday, April 16, 2010

TNR Examines Republican Fiscal Strategy

The New Republic has an excellent article up on the unmitigated disaster looming for the Republican party if they continue to follow their ongoing, Reagan-era "Starve The Beast" strategy in the coming years.

Highly recommended reading:
When the Starved Beast Bites Back
Republicans are trying to create a fiscal crisis they may not survive.

Ever since George W. Bush massively cut taxes back in 2001, squandering much of the $5.6 trillion, ten-year surplus he inherited from Bill Clinton, liberals have assumed that the fiscal game was rigged. Conservatives had been explicit about their starve-the-beast strategy — the practice of creating large deficits through tax cuts in order to force future spending cuts. By playing along, the thinking went, Democrats would only further enable irresponsible behavior — a bit like negotiating with terrorists. Why kill yourself balancing the budget, as Bill Clinton did, if the next Republican is just going to slash taxes again?

The fear of conservative highjinks persists to this day, which is one reason liberals have responded coolly to President Obama's deficit-cutting commission. In fact, many suspect the right is up to something even more sinister — a "doubling down on starve-the-beast," as Paul Krugman put it recently. "Depriving the government of revenue, it turns out, wasn't enough to push politicians into dismantling the welfare state," Krugman wrote. "So now the de facto strategy is to oppose any responsible action until we are in the midst of a fiscal catastrophe."

Krugman is almost certainly onto something. I suspect, as he does, that Republicans believe precipitating a fiscal crisis will force Democrats to roll back entitlement spending (i.e., Medicare, Medicaid, and Social Security), which would be both politically unpopular and the realization of the right's dearest policy fantasy. It's an altogether brilliant, if diabolical, plan. Except for one minor flaw: There's a good chance it could vaporize the GOP.

Dialectic: National Day Of Prayer Unconstitutional?

A Federal judge has ruled that America's National Day of Prayer is unconstitutional based on the fact that, "It goes beyond mere 'acknowledgment' of religion because its sole purpose is to encourage all citizens to engage in prayer, an inherently religious exercise that serves no secular function in this context."

My personal opinion is that this is a far too narrow (conservative, small C) view of the Establishment Clause of the First Amendment of the Constitution of the United States. This judge sees the establishment clause as being limited only to "acknowledging" (i.e., not hindering / discouraging / disparaging) any and all religions, but cannot positively or negatively influence participation.

The most liberal (small L) reading of The Establishment Clause in the constitution is that the American Government shall never adopt an "official religion" for America... no more and no less.

My personal reading of The Establishment Clause is that the American Government shall not favor — neither by proclamation nor practice — any single religion but can confirm and recommend the general concepts of all religions (faith, meditation/prayer, holy texts, divinity/theology) as a whole.

Also, I do not think that atheism qualifies as a religion, or that "Freedom of Religion" means freedom to never be exposed to the concept of religion by government action. I have a narrow definition of religion, limited to a well-established worship of, and faith in, the supernatural and/or spiritual teachings, beliefs, or lessons of now-deceased people (or other life forms) of superhuman origin or destination.

Let's look at this from an "outside religion" perspective. Change "Freedom of Religion" to "Freedom of Music" for a thought exercise. Therefore, the government shall not choose to play rock music and exclude country music. The government shall not play music or get involved in the business of music at all.

But, the government declares next Tuesday a National Day of Dance. That's fine: America can dance to any music. People who hate music aren't required to dance, or come within earshot of music next Tuesday... but if they should happen to be exposed to music, they shouldn't be allowed to blame the government for making it more likely that they will hear music or see dancing on that day when they might also hear music and see dancing any other day of the year.

Additionally, the government has not "promoted music." People who aren't interested in music are not going to find a love of music through introduction to dance. That's backwards. Dancing comes from love of music, as prayer comes from love of religion.

So, my opinion is that The National Day of Prayer is constitutional. The only thing I would say counts against it is that there are some religions which have "meditation" or "spirit walks" or some other name for the action of sitting in quiet contemplation of one's faith and spirituality. Other than that: A bad (timid) decision by a judge that sets a bad precedent for many federal holidays, Freedom of Speech, and other harmless Government acknowledgements and encouragements of various subjects of emotion, faith, and spirituality.

You can expect this decision to be overturned by the Supreme Court.

The Republican Problem of Presidential Candidates

Look at this graph from Nate Silver:
This is an illustration of the problem that the Republican party faces in the next presidential election: When you ask America, "Obama... or anybody else?" more people pick "anybody else" (i.e. "generic") than Obama. However, when you ask people about specific candidates that the Republicans have to offer, none of them win the preference.

Nate sums it up:
[I]t is a problem for Republicans that no actual Republican can approach the performance of the generic candidate, probably because the generic candidate is Rorschach blot that allows each respondent to create what amounts to their fantasy candidate.
That's absolutely accurate... and I honestly don't think that the currents are going to shift towards the Republicans on this either: The negative feelings generated for Obama by the healthcare debate are wearing off and won't hold the public's interest much longer. Also, Obama is ginning up the rebound now, pulling little bits of candy out of his bag to toss to people (the START negotiations, Atlantic coastal oil drilling), and more are obviously going to come.

Whether you think it is a good or a bad thing, it can't be denied that Obama is the most tactical and conniving politician ever to sit in the White House... possibly of all politicians in American history. (No, not Clinton... if he was any good, he would never have had a scandal.) I could say that the man doesn't sneeze without first figuring out the political ramifications... but it would be more accurate to say that now, in the beginning of April, Obama is currently planning when and where to sneeze for June and July... and the actual, important shit is certainly already planned out in full for 2012.

Anyway, none of the Republicans on the list above are going to poll any higher than they currently do. (I can't believe that Ron Paul polls lower than Sarah Palin though... sheesh.)

The worst news for Republicans is not that this is what the poll for the 2012 Presidential election looks like. It is that when you look at the Hillary Clinton version of this chart for 2016 and 2020, all the candidates on the right side stay the same... and the chart looks pretty much the same as well.

Thursday, April 15, 2010

ZOMG! Obama Cancels National Prayer Day!!!!1!

(Again.)

What I'm noticing is that a large portion of the lies told about President Obama are based on differences between his tenure in the White House and that of President Bush before him: If Obama does something differently — or more importantly undoes something or fails to do something — compared to President Bush, all manner of hell breaks loose from people who, frankly, would much rather see somebody exactly like President Bush sitting in the White House.

President Bush was the first and only president to hold a prayer service in the White House on National Prayer Day. President Obama didn't continue that practice. Therefore, in the eyes of the mad Obama haters, President Obama has canceled National Prayer Day. See? It's stupid right? You can recognize that can't you?

The other thing that I'm noticing are lies that I'll call "Reagan the Socialist" lies. People are going around and calling Obama all manner of bad things for doing or promising or enacting the exact same thing that Republicans have focused on in the past. Obama renews and expands on Republican President Reagan's nuclear arms reduction efforts? Then Obama is appeasing communists. Obama enacts Republican Bob Dole's healthcare reform plan? Then Obama is a socialist. Obama uses the Republican-instituted-and-approved process of congressional reconciliation to get healthcare reform passed? Then Obama is a rule-breaking Democrat. Obama follows through on President Bush's bank bailouts? Then Obama is a big-government liberal. Obama calls for a halt to settlement expansions in Jerusalem just like every President for the last 30 years? Then Obama hates Israel.

It just never ends. The people telling these lies aren't stupid; they're just terribly dishonest. They are completely aware that they are lying to you. The only hope we have is that we eventually reach a threshold of Americans... 90% would be nice... who are suspicious enough to read an e-mail as ridiculous as "Obama cancels National Prayer Day" and immediately suspect that it is bullshit, instead of hitting "Forward" to everybody in their address book.

Well (my favorite saying), good luck with that.
UPDATE:

Here is the best one yet: Obama just signed a bill that says that hospital patients... not rules or laws or anything else... get to decide who will visit them in a hospital. So, let me ask you: If you were a writer and you had to put a headline together that describes that particular decision by the President, what would it be? Here's one from Redstate.com: "Barack Obama Will Decide Who Can Visit You In The Hospital." (And yes, in case you are wondering, Redstate.com is one of the top 5 conservative websites... not some unknown hack writing bunches of crap that nobody reads.)

How can anybody think that clowns who write this kind of stuff should be believed on anything?

Daily Report: Big Bundles

Not too much was going on today. Charity stopped by with Nathan the Rent-A-Baby. At 10 months of age, Nathan is already over 30 pounds, and not only walks fantastically, but even does a little dance if you wiggle your hips for him and say "Dance Nathan!" He's probably the cutest and happiest baby I've ever seen.

Tyson hasn't tried to fly anymore... but I'm nervous now whenever he gets near the edge of the rooftop garden or any of the windows. He's probably confused as to why I'm always telling him "get down" when I didn't before. I should probably just trust his instinct not to do a header from 40 feet up... and if my trust is misplaced... well that just means that Tyson was too dumb to live anyway.

I spent the evening doing a massive spreadsheet for the chicken farm. I've redone the calculations in minute detail, and increased the negative factors (mortality rates, failures, et cetera) to double what I was told to expect. It increased the cost of a chicken from 60 pisos to 75 pisos, and decreased the profit from 54 pisos to 33 pisos. But, that's what I was shooting for: Conservative and pessimistic estimates that (likely as not) are more realistic than hopeful and optimistic ones. (Most importantly, the spreadsheet has shown me exactly how much cash I need to operate the farm for 50 days with no income. It's twice what I had thought. Ouch.)

Tomorrow night, I'll add in expansion plans and growth projections... which are the real numbers to be focusing on. Any increase in costs and decrease in profits can be offset by simply selling more chickens. The salient question is how much longer than originally thought will it take to reach maximum capacity on the first farm? My first thought was 8-9 months. Well, we'll see.

A Tidbit Of Customary Filipino Process

Posted via Mr. Kline on the Yahoo CDO Expat's Group: appreciated and worthy of republication (without permission) in full here:
Yesterday, my wife (Daisy Cline) as president of ELCI [Expats Ladies Charity, Incorporated], along with a companion, proceeded to the BIR [Bureau of Internal Revenue... the tax office] to file the necessary papers for the group's non-profit, charitable status regarding taxation and revenue.

The short version of that encounter follows:

After submitting the proper paperwork, the BIR staff asked for a 5,000 piso "voluntary" contribution. Daisy informed them that ELCI did not have 5,000 extra pisos lying around and that she would just pay 100 pisos.

[BIR] Staff mini-conference: BIR then asks for additional paperwork. So Daisy returns home, rummages through the files, makes copies (on the donated printer) and returns to BIR.

[BIR] Staff mini-conference: BIR smiley face then asks for 1,000 piso "voluntary" contribution. Daisy then proceeds to ask them why they are hassling her when ELCI is just a bunch of expat wives doing charity work for the poor of the Philippines because she (Daisy) has no trust in the Philippine gov do help the poor.

[BIR] Staff mini-conference: BIR smiley face returns and asks for 1,000 piso "voluntary" donation upon which Daisy repeats that she will pay 100 peso. BIR: "Madame, that's not even enough to pay for the filing fee."

Daisy then proceeds to pull digital camera out of her purse to snap BIR smiley faces.

BIR has another mini-conference: Madame, that will be 100 peso, please.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Daily Report: A Trio Of Days. Dogs Don't Fly


Expat's Ladies Husband Ted Trenholme
gets some help unloading the food
from Jim Cunningham.

Donna Trenholme and a hungry kid!
Everybody's ready to eat.

Everybody is fed, and now the ladies
sit down to have lunch too.
It's been a busy week so far here in The Jungle. On Monday, the Expats Ladies (and men) did their weekly trip out west to feed hungry kids. They call it The Feeding: Apt, but that sounds more like a horror movie or farm chore than a charitible act; therefore that's the last I'll make mention of of that.

They've been going every Monday for 2 months now, and Epril (although she has to get up at 5 a.m. in order to be in CDO in time to join the rest of the ladies on the trip out West) seems to be enjoying it immensely.

After feeding the kids, the ladies do something fun together, such as swimming. Then, Epril usually takes the afternoon to go to the mall and purchase something pretty.
The remote for my Cignal satellite stopped working, but Paul Cruz stopped by within minutes of being called, determined that the remote was working, took the entire set-top box apart, determined that dust was fouling the electronic eye, cleaned it, and had us back to viewing in no time flat. (I told you he was good.)

On Monday night, there was some election violence here in Jasaan. The supporters of one mayoral candidate burned the signs of another mayoral candidate and beat up several campaigners. That should give you an idea of how violent politics in The Philippines can be: We're talking about people fighting over village mayors here.

Speaking of which, there are now 2 campaign posters hung by my family outside of my house. I'm letting them stay up: One is for my wife's cousin running for city council (same family name and everything), so he's running for any available seat... not a single seat. The second is for Attorney Carreon, who is running for Vice Mayor. He is a family friend and was a sponsor at my wedding, and is also a third-party unaffiliated candidate; therefore he is not likely to be subject to the same intense odium as the mainstream candidates.


The big datus at the monthly meeting
of The Philippine Eagles.

Warren and I with the World's Most
Dangerous Man. (I'm not short... Mike
and Warren are both rather tall.)
On Tuesday, it was off to Eagles for their monthly meeting. They have moved their meeting from Sunriva Restaurant to the Hotel Conchita. Sunriva apparently is renovating. Mike Turner tells me that they are "moving their focus" from banquets to something else... though I find that surprising. All of the big clubs met at Sunriva Restaurant. There is something more lucrative than four or five 200-person banquets per week in the restaurant business? Well, good luck with that.

Well anyway, Warren and Jen Meredith joined us at Eagles. I got this year's shirt as well. (It already had a small seam splitting under the armpit when I got it... I'll have mamma repair that.) The food for dinner at the meeting, as usual, was... as usual. The discussions and meeting events were more lengthy than usual though, ending at almost 9:30. However after that: Beer! Although we chipped in money to buy it, it was nice to have it. The last meeting I went to had no social hour afterwards, which entirely sucked.
After the meeting, Epril and I got a ride back to Jasaan with fellow Eagle Kuya Boing.

On Wednesday, I didn't do anything particularly special (other than watch the BBC's performance of Shakespeare's Midsummer Night's Dream, and drink strawberry margaritas), but Epril, older sister Susan, kid sister Ednil (along with the always-fey Donkey and Melmar), and new friend Charity all went in to Cagayan De Oro together to join Jen Meredith, her kid sister Bing, Jneth, her sister, and a couple of other girls for a night out at Pulse disco. (They finally got home at 3 a.m.)Oh: Tyson jumped out of my bedroom window today. I was sitting there on bed reading, and Tyson was standing, paws on the sill, at the window. The next moment, I see Tyson's tail and hind paws disappearing out the window, hear a thud on the porch roof 4 feet below, then the sound of claws sliding on plexiglass, and then my father-in-law with a surprised shout, "Tyson!" as my dog plummeted off the roof to the grass 7 feet down.

I rushed to the window to see Tyson bounding around the yard, happy as a clam, and a dozen neighbors and passersby looking rather interested in what had just happened. Tyson soon came back upstairs to the bedroom, but did not make any further attempts to jump out the window. (I think he enjoyed his success... but not so much the process.)

Well, I'm aware that Dobermans as a breed have the "jumping" instinct... I guess that includes "falling" as well.