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Thursday, December 24, 2009
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 Wishing you a magical Christmas!
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Friday, December 18, 2009
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I was chatting with one of the Egyptian ladies I work with at the
library a while back and she was trying to convince me that it was less
expensive to live in the US than in Egypt. Her reasoning? She declared
that one US dollar was the same as one Egyptian pound but you can buy a
lot more with a $1 US. That’s true, you can buy more with $1 US, but
only because the current conversion rate is 1 Egyptian pound = $0.18
US. In the end, I think she was talking more about per capita income
and percentages of income spent on living expenses rather than straight
conversions, but no matter how I approached the subject she wasn’t
convinced so I gave up – with her.
Instead, I will present some examples from my grocery bill here and
let you decide. I’ve said it before, but one of the things I love most
about living in Egypt is the produce. Each new season brings with it a
delicious new assortment of tempting fruits and vegetables. Right now
we have pomegranates, strawberries, and citrus fruit as well as new
carrots and potatoes. Best yet? It’s all so affordable there’s just no
excuse not to eat well.
(1 Kg is 2.2lbs)
cherry tomatoes : 0.75 kg for 9 EGP ($1.64)
10 bananas: 1.2 kg for 11.40 EGP ($2.07)
5 mandarin oranges: 0.61 kg for 2.77 EGP ($0.51)
5 clementine oranges: 0.54 kg for 2.43 EGP ($0.44)
5 Gala apples: 0.97 kg for 17.06 EGP ($3.11)
The apples are imported and cost more accordingly. I didn’t buy strawberries this go round, but they generally cost
about $1.50 for half a kilo. And this is shopping in my “upscale”
expensive neighborhood shop where I’ve been told the prices are at
least 1/3 higher than they are elsewhere. It boggles my mind to think
things could be any cheaper. Is it any wonder I suffer from sticker
shock when I am in the US all summer? I have never been able to get
this much fresh produce in a store in America for so little money.
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Sunday, December 13, 2009
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One of the perks of working at the library is being able to borrow books, some of which I stumble across as I’m re-shelving the returns. I just finished reading Fast Food Nation by Eric Schlosser (2001), a book I first found last spring while it was on reserve for a class. I thumbed through the foreword while working at the circulation desk and was hooked from the first paragraph so of course I grabbed it last week when I found it back in regular circulation. As fascinating as The Omnivore’s Dilemma, Fast Food Nation book is not about calories and fat content and reporting how unhealthy fast food is. It’s a dense read, each paragraph – each sentence – is simply brimming with information, starting with the history of fast food restaurants in the post World War II period. A classic example of the American dream, the men behind these modern empires started out with next to nothing but an idea and managed to take the idea of cheap food and kitchen efficiency to startling new levels. But that’s just the beginning. The book goes on to describe how once these new restaurants took hold and gained popularity, they had a tremendous impact on farming, ranching, and meat packing industries. So voracious was the fast food industry’s appetite for potatoes and beef that the only way for the agriculture industry to keep up was to themselves apply many of those same principals of efficiency to their own products in an effort to keep up with the demand. You might assume that with such high demand would come higher prices, but it didn’t happen that way in farming. In an effort to keep up and make more money, each farmer worked independently to produce a greater yield. So successful were they that it drove prices down. Of course it’s not that simple either – over the years huge agro-companies have grown to mammoth proportions and diversified, crushing individual farmers and ranchers in the process. What made this book so interesting to me was not only the lesson in national economics but the human casualties in the industrialization of such large sectors of American society, starting with the people who work in the restaurants. The fast food industry typically only pays minimum wage and has actively (and successfully) fought any increases in minimum wage for years in an effort to keep their profit margins higher. And who usually works at these jobs? Unskilled workers, often teenagers, but also recent (or illegal) immigrants, all of whom are vulnerable members of society. Restaurant managers often receive annual bonuses for keeping labor costs low and they have established methods to do so. At best they “stroke” an employee, giving them praise and inculcating a feeling of being an important member of the team to manipulate employees into agreeing to work longer than their scheduled shift, with no extra pay. At worst, managers have been caught deliberately scheduling shifts to start and stop at busy times, forcing workers to stay over time during the rush, again with no extra pay. Parallel situations have developed at slaughterhouses and meat packing plants as well. In an effort to maximize profits, the line speeds in both slaughterhouses and meat packing plants have increased – a dangerous practice from both the perspectives of the workers who are often injured by the knives they wield and the machinery they work with but also for the end consumer who may well end up with tainted products as a result of poor safety practices. Meat packing used to be a fairly skilled and highly paid profession. With industrialization, the big businesses have turned it into just another assembly line job, paid the minimum they can get away with and staffed with unskilled workers who have few other choices. As you might expect, the injury rate at a slaughterhouse or meat packing plant is high – not only from lacerations or accidents with machinery but also from repetitive stress injuries. Plant managers often receive bonuses based on low injury rate so many injuries go unreported on any official records. If the working conditions of the people don’t move and disgust you, let’s move on to the animals. Aside from the much less than humane treatment they receive in the industrial feedlots, what the cattle are fed is horrifying. Cattle are ruminants and as such are intended to eat a variety of grasses. In feedlots they are fed whatever will fatten them up the fastest. In the past that list has included livestock wastes such as the remains of dead sheep and dead cattle and millions of dead cats and dogs purchased from animal shelters until the FDA banned such practices in the wake of fears over the spread of mad cow disease. Current regulations however still allow cattle to be fed dead pigs and dead horses as well as dead poultry, cattle blood, and waste products from poultry plants including sawdust and old newspapers that have been used as litter and which contain chicken manure, a source of dangerous bacteria, and parasites such as salmonella and tapeworms in addition to antibiotic residues, arsenic and heavy metals. (pp. 202-203). What infuriated and disgusted me the most in this book was the underlying greed that was at the root of all of the worst practices in these industries. Here is a short list of examples that jumped out at me: • No source of potential revenue goes unnoticed. In 1973, amid a bitter union organizing drive in San Francisco, the labor commissioner discovered and ordered a McDonald’s to stop accepting tips at its restaurants, since customers were being misled: the tips being left for crew members were actually being kept for the company.(p.76)
• Taxpayers are subsidizing the fast food industry’s high turnover rate. Through federal programs, fast food chains have claimed tax credits up to $2400 per each new low-income worker they hire. A 1996 investigation by the US Dept of Labor concluded that 92% of these workers would have been hired anyway and that their jobs were part-time, provided little training, and came with no benefits. The extremely high turnover rate in the industry simply means that the fast food companies can claim this credit for each new low income worker they hire. (p. 72-73)
• Pressure for ever increasing profits often drives companies to criminal activities. In 1989, ConAgra was found guilty of having systematically cheated chicken growers in Alabama: by tampering with trucks and scales and over an eight-year period 45,256 truckloads of full-grown birds were deliberately misweighed to make the birds seem lighter at ConAgra processing plants in the state. (p. 159)
• Meat processing plants deliberately recruit and exploit vulnerable groups. In September of 1994, GFI America, Inc. – a leading supplier of frozen hamburger patties to Dairy Queen, Cracker Barrel Old Country Store, and the federal school lunch program – needed workers for a plant in Minneapolis, Minnesota. It sent recruiters to Eagle Pass, Texas near the Mexican border, promising steady work and housing. The recruiters hired thirty-nine people, rented a bus, drove the new workers from Texas to Minnesota, then dropped them off across the street from People Serving People, a homeless shelter in downtown Minneapolis. (p. 163)
• The school lunch program in the US might be the most dangerous place to eat. A 1983 investigation by NBC News reported that the Cattle King Packing Company – at the time, the USDA’s largest supplier of ground beef for school lunches and a supplier to Wendy’s – routinely processed cattle that were already dead before arriving at its plant, hid diseased cattle from inspectors, and mixed rotten meat that had been returned by customers into packages of hamburger meat. Cattle King’s facilities were infested with rats and cockroaches. (p. 218)
• Just cleaning the meat isn’t the answer. Steven Bjerklie, the former editor of Meat & Poultry, opposes the idea of irradiation to sanitize meat because he believes it will reduce pressure on the meatpacking industry to make fundamental and necessary changes in their production methods and allow unsanitary practices to continue. “I don’t want to be served irradiated feces along with my meat,” Bjerklie says. (p. 218)
• Eating at home isn’t necessarily safer since the meat is still processed at the same places. Anyone who brings raw ground beef into his or her kitchen today must regard it as a potential biohazard, one that may carry and extremely dangerous microbe [e coli 157:H7], infectious at an extremely low dose. The current high levels of ground beef contamination, combined with the even higher levels of poultry contamination, have led to some bizarre findings. A series of tests conducted by Charles Gerba, a microbiologist at the University of Arizona, discovered far more fecal bacteria in the average American kitchen sink than on the average American toilet seat. According to Gerba, “You’d be better off eating a carrot stick that fell in your toilet than one that fell in your sink.” (p. 221)
In the end, I can’t help wondering why. Why is it so important to squeeze out every single penny in profit at such a high cost to the employees and to national health? These corporations make billions of dollars in profit every year, would it really hurt any one of them to ensure better working conditions for their employees and enforce stricter safety measures? To allow farmers and ranchers to make a decent living? To feed cattle grass instead of other dead animals and biohazardous trash? The politicians who are out there shouting their patriotic slogans and calling for tax breaks are the same ones who are in the pockets of these big companies and often benefiting tremendously from turning a blind eye or flat out ignoring what is really going on. With the franchising of these restaurants internationally, the US is not only exporting a business model and a type of food, but all of these associated injustices as well. I’m not suggesting that all fast food restaurants should all be driven out of business, just that as powerful as they are, they need to take more responsibility for the power they possess. If all of that wasn’t enough to turn your stomach, think about this: the fast food industry deliberately markets its product to children. Not only so the children will push their parents into coming to the restaurants and spend money as frequently as possible (have to collect ALL those toys after all), but also so that they can inculcate brand loyalty at an early age and thus ensure the next generation of customers. Americans are already some of the fattest and unhealthiest people in the industrialized world. Somehow fast food doesn’t seem like such a bargain anymore.
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Sunday, December 06, 2009
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We noticed a rather mysterious sign painted on a brick wall last weekend. What on earth do you think it means?
(Click to enlarge)
The wall surrounds what is now a vacant lot filled with rubble.
Might it have once been a church? Or a religious school? This sign was
painted on two columns of the wall and no others.
This section of the street is very dark at night and there are often
teenagers parked there socializing (when the ubiquitous trash pile on
the corner permits) so I admit that I had some rather impure thoughts
when I noticed this sign. Even if there was once a church in this
location, wouldn’t the fact that there was a church be enough of a hint
without such a sign, assuming that she is indeed praying?
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Thursday, December 03, 2009
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My husband has been a vegetarian for 20+ years,
but I am not. We’ve managed to merge quite well – we eat vegetarian at
home and I eat what I like when I’m out and about. When we had
children, my husband felt quite strongly that they should be raised
vegetarian and since it didn’t matter to me one way or another, that’s
what we’ve done. We both know that one day they will make the choice
for themselves (and have already – my son sneaks pepperoni and hot dogs
whenever he can!)
Last week I was chatting with one of the ladies I work with at the
library about Thanksgiving and she asked what I was going to make for
dinner. During the course of our conversation, she asked me why the
children were vegetarian so I explained about my husband. She said so?
What right does he have to make that choice for them?
It’s not the first time I’ve had someone try to argue with me on the
point, and I find it fascinating really. Why should they care so much
what my children eat or don’t eat? They are perfectly healthy and well
developed so clearly they aren’t suffering for their diet. Parents make
choices for their children all the time without waiting to see what the
children might ultimately think on the topic – names, vaccinations,
clothes, schools, and religion.
Since I thought it was a good analogy, I pointed out to her that
parents don’t ask their children what religion they want to be, they
just do it. I knew before I said it that it was going to be a tough
sell – Egypt isn’t the sort of place where religion is thought of as a
choice. Of course, she was adamant that it was not the same thing at all.
Religion is spiritual, a tradition. I guess I wasn’t supposed to
mention the fact that as an Orthodox Coptic Christian she follows the
church fasting practices and essentially turns herself and her children
into vegans for about 1/3 of every year. Because it’s not the same
thing at all, right?
I had to give up on that line of argument and just suggest she think
of my husband’s vegetarianism as his tradition. I wonder if she would
have felt better if I were to have lied and said he is a Buddhist, to
give his diet a religious context?
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Monday, November 16, 2009
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I made a decision and booked my next trip: I’m going to Thailand the second week in January.
My husband and I took our daughter to Phuket, an island in the
south, in 2001. It was truly a lovely spot but in the end I kind of
regretted not going to see the north of the country, particularly after
I went to Cambodia a few years later. Since I couldn’t lure anyone into
joining me and I don’t like to travel alone, I booked myself on a tour.
But not just any tour. This tour.
First a look around Bangkok, then an overnight train to Chiang Mai,
followed by three days of trekking around remote villages, sleeping in
huts, and elephant rides. It was the elephant ride that clinched the
deal for me!
I’m both very excited and just a bit nervous, which is actually
great. I wanted to have an adventure, to take a trip that would push me
outside my comfort zone a bit. With this tour, I’ll have the safety and
company of a group without being stuck taking pictures through the
window of a bus the entire time. And I’ll have a day on my own at the
end where I can relax in my hotel, take a shower, and have a Thai
massage before heading back to Cairo the next day. The best of both
worlds!
But I still have to get through December. My son was sent home from
school yesterday with a fever and shows symptoms of having the flu. So
far my daughter is okay, but for how long? Fingers crossed it passes
quickly and without complications.
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Wednesday, November 11, 2009
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I love water – being near it or in a boat – and I never get tired of
looking at the Nile. There is always something interesting to see and
look how lovely it is at sunset. I took this picture from the deck of
the restaurant where I had dinner with my friend last week.
I recently read a book that made this view all the more interesting to me, Down the Nile: Alone in a Fisherman’s Skiff by Rosemary Mahoney. I’ve wanted to read the book since I ran across an article the author published in The Guardian
about her experiences rowing a boat down the Nile. I’ve always like
memoir-type books and one that included adventure travel sounded all
the more interesting.
The book was fascinating. I’ve never been as far up the river as
Aswan, and still so many of her experiences were very familiar to me.
When she said she wanted to row down the Nile, everyone said no, you’ll never get permission. In true Egyptian fashion, Mahoney didn’t give up at no,
she just asked other people and when that didn’t work she went off and
did it anyway. It’s a classic example of the way things work in Egypt!
(Also, a bad habit that is all too easy to slip into!) And no matter
what topic the topic of conversation, the men Mahoney encountered
usually managed to turn the topic to sex. That’s another familiar
scenario to me. I’ve been in a shop to buy copper pots for my plants
and had the merchant start regaling me with tales of his sexual
conquests in Hurgada during the days he was a tour guide there.
Um…interesting but I just want to buy these pots…
More than a book about rowing, this is a book about people and
culture and attempting to understand each other in spite of the wide
gaps in experience that have shaped us all. Mahoney was able to
interact with local people in a way that few foreigners ever do, and
has provided a very thoughtful account of her interactions from the
ridiculous to the poignant.
I’ve been thinking about what I want to do on my next get-away
lately and reading her book has inspired me to want to step outside my
comfort zone and see more. I’m not getting any younger and in the immortal words of the Red Hot Chili Peppers this life is more than just a read through. I haven’t made any firm decisions yet, but I’m close. Stay tuned…
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Sunday, November 08, 2009
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From writing in the bathroom to dressing in character, top authors share their methods for getting the story on the page
************************************************************************************************************ As for me....It’s that time of year again – November, National Novel Writing
Month (NaNoWriMo), a time when a largish group of people decide that THIS will be the month that they write the novel that’s been lurking in their heads.
From the NaNoWriMo website:
National Novel Writing Month is a fun, seat-of-your-pants approach to
novel writing. Participants begin writing November 1. The goal is to
write a 175-page (50,000-word) novel by midnight, November 30.
Valuing enthusiasm and perseverance over painstaking craft,
NaNoWriMo is a novel-writing program for everyone who has thought
fleetingly about writing a novel but has been scared away by the time
and effort involved.
Because of the limited writing window, the ONLY thing that matters
in NaNoWriMo is output. It’s all about quantity, not quality. The
kamikaze approach forces you to lower your expectations, take risks,
and write on the fly.
It’s not a bad idea really, setting aside a specified amount of time
and demanding a specific output. Quality aside, at least you have
something to show for your effort at the end of the month. You can’t
revise and edit a blank page after all.
I’m not participating in NaNoWriMo. Every year I find myself kind of
seduced by the challenge, but wisely back away. Why set myself up to
fail so spectacularly? I am the sort of writer who is lucky to write
50K words in a year, not a month. I feel bad enough when I fail to meet
my own modestly set word count goals on a day to day basis.
Part of my problem is discipline – you can’t write if you aren’t
sitting down and doing it. Yes, I’m busy. Everyone is busy. Other
writers make time. What’s the difference between them and me? Who
knows. But at least some of them have contracts to fulfill and
deadlines to meet. It’s amazing what those things can do for your
discipline. Being accountable only to myself isn’t really much of a
stick. What’s the rush? The story is in my head – I pretty much know
what is going to happen next. And if I don’t, then what’s the point in
sitting down to write? My writing process is often like waiting on the
next installment in a serial story. It comes in waves, with lulls in
between.
I think that writing 50K words in one gush like that might work better with stories that are heavier on plot. First this happens, then that happens, then watch out! Big climax. Phew – we made it.
Most of my stories are very character driven and even though I start
out with a premise, the characters tend to reveal themselves as I go
along – things happen that I didn’t really plan. I have *tried* to turn
off the internal editor and get on with things, to speed things up,
usually to no avail. I simply can’t move forward in the story until I
feel like the emotional tone of the story up to the point I’ve written
is what I mean for it to be. I might only go back and add one sentence
or change one word in a scene, but for me that one sentence or word
will make all the difference. If I don’t add it when it pops into my
head, I will likely forget. (Though from time to time I have an idea of
something to add / fix, only to discover I’ve already added it!)
It might take me months longer to finish a story, but on the other
hand my first drafts tend to be very clean and require minimal editing.
In the grand scheme it’s six of one, half-a-dozen of the other. The
important thing is just to keep writing until The End.
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Thursday, November 05, 2009
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I have a bit of a cold this week. Or maybe it’s allergies. It might
even be a bit of both. Whatever it is, it doesn’t inspire me to be very
energetic about much, and it’s fogging my brain for anything to write.
Instead I thought I’d share a picture I took yesterday in Garden City
downtown while I was sitting in traffic, on my way to meet a friend for
dinner.
I love this sign. The combination of the name and the gigantic
portrait of the president is so Soviet Block somehow – I felt sort of
disoriented for a moment, as if there should be a hammer and sickle
mounted somewhere nearby as well.
I amused myself trying to figure out just what “social solidarity”
means? Public morale? I was imaging all sorts of interesting and fun
social programs they could institute to keep everyone happy and
content. Like line dancing. Or picnics. Maybe trips to the zoo for
school children. My friend, who grew up here, said it was more akin to
the American welfare department. I suppose that would also contribute
to morale, but so far as I can tell it hasn’t led to “social
solidarity”.
Maybe they should try the line dancing…
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Friday, October 30, 2009
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Last night was the Halloween fair at the children’s school, the last
big costume event for the season I hope! It had been unusually cloudy
all day and even sprinkled a few times. The sky looked very ominous by
late afternoon and I was sure we were all going to be drenched at the
fair.
(Click image to enlarge)
In fact it didn’t rain – or if it did, it never reached the ground and
we had a good time at the fair. The children played games and collected
their “spooky prize” at the end. My daughter got a jumping rubber bat,
but was upset she didn’t get trick chewing gum like her brother. My son
kindly traded with her. He got the better end of the deal though since
the bat is still jumping but the trick gum has already broken.
When my daughter brought it to me for repair I got a good look at the label:
Not sure which is worse, the outside of the package or the inner warning label:
Don’t joke the sickman indeed. The translator for this was the sick
one. I love the image of the tiny lips along with “no entrance”. I am
fairly surprised the party organizers didn’t notice the label before
distributing it to small children however. The children haven’t caught
on but not all parents have a sick sense of humor like mine!
The gum is proving difficult to repair so I may just quietly dispose of it…
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