Tender

Tender

Monday, March 12, 2012

The Tall and the Short

It's not FAIR
Imagine this. A child is electrocuted by a faulty wire in a light switch. Public opinion swells behind a new law to raise all light switches and electrical plugs to 5’10” from the floor. Building codes are adjusted appropriately and a new world emerges – the world of the Tall and the Short.

Short people can’t reach the light switches. When this obvious point gets raised, it is quickly dismissed.  "Statistically, most adults can reach that height," people are told. “For the few affected, there is always someone taller around to help. We believe in family, community! Don't you? Are you IN FAVOUR of children being ELECTROCUTED?"  When Businesses complain, the government subsidizes the cost through tax breaks for compliance.

Over time, short people find themselves increasingly marginalized. Waiting in dark, unfamiliar rooms, afraid of bumping into things. Always having to ask for help demoralizes them. They start to believe that being short is somehow their fault. The words “short” and “height” become taboo. There are dirty jokes about short girls in the dark.

“Lots of short people have managed to learn to walk on stilts,” observes one tall politician. “Others have purchased platform shoes or prosthetics that accommodate their challenges. They could simply carry sticks, it's common sense.”

In a bar, an average-height man asks his friend, "Why should I care about short people's problems? I'm tall."

Over time, elected lawmakers get taller, until the only short MP among them becomes the butt of silent smirks when he asks someone to turn on the light. The same thing happens in board rooms across the nation. People begin assuming that short people somehow lack management potential. Science journals publish studies that correlate height and success, inferring that short people are naturally more "followers."

Eventually, the dangers involved in being stuck among short, irritable people in a dark room begin to dawn on the lawmakers. Reluctantly, they require an “emergency light switch” on each floor of every building. Now people believe that “there is an option for short people in every building.” When businesses complain, the government subsidizes the cost through tax breaks.

It is that stupid out there. It is. I didn’t believe it, either. I thought I’d do a quick dive and make sure I was satisfied with our social safety net, then get back to my life of whatever I was doing before. I thought that government was basically good, trying their best to live up to our vision of “True North Strong and Free.” I thought I could safely ignore them. 

Think again. 

Resignation

Friday, March 2, 2012

A letter to Stephen Colbert

I diverge from my normal meandering to publish a letter to Stephen Colbert, which I might not publish if I thought he might actually read it, and would definitely not publish if I didn't think he might actually read it (going on my theme that none of this is possible, so really, anything is possible...) You can read it if you want. 

Dear Stephen Colbert,

Six months ago I discovered your show. I became such an immediate and ardent fan that I went back as far as I could find online and watched all of your shows, one after another, for the past year until I caught up. It’s an interesting perspective, like watching a flower bloom in fast-forward.

I’ve wanted to reach out for some time, but recognize I’m just a crank. Still, it’s hard to watch you and not say anything. When Christiane Amanpour implied that your work is not serious, for example, I saw an instant of eternal disappointment that people you respect STILL don’t understand how deadly serious you are with this work you do. I saw how the humans can still pierce your heart. Or maybe it was just the light on your glasses. In any case, I wished I could give you a hug.

So, William Shatner. At first, I thought he was just putting on the hostility. When he stood and stole your applause before the interview even started, I smiled at his showmanship. When he jockeyed for power within the first 20 seconds, and won, I thought, “oh, no.” You know where it went from there. He smelled blood in the water, and a guy like that is always on. He may have been putting it on, but he was also sending you a message.

It actually reminded me of how you lampooned Michael Moore awhile back. He clearly was not on his game, and you went for the kill. Granted, you brought him back soon after and gave him a better outlet, but still. The thing is, when that happened, I thought to myself, Michael Moore is tired. He is worn out being the only guy out there on the front lines yelling. 

It’s the same thing I’ve been wondering about you. Mr. Colbert, I have to ask, is your heart still in it? How long can you keep finding ways to show the world itself without seeing real change, and keep it fresh? I thought you were getting a bit tired around Christmas, and after. You took a little vacation and came back gunning – I actually cheered. Now, it’s back to book pushing and easy marks. I don’t deny there are bursts of genius in there, and I laugh every show. You are a charismatic showman. It’s just…

William Shatner. That guy is always on. That was his message, perhaps. You’ve maybe been coasting a little. Relying on your notes. Failing to build rapport pre-interview. Doing some prep on the book or the show, but not on the guest? Letting your people do more of the writing, maybe? I’m just guessing.

The thing is, William Shatner expected more from you. He reminded me of Yoda’s head-shaking irritation at a young, bull-headed Skywalker. This was supposed to be an interview with one of the best, Stephen Colbert, and it was just too easy for him to take control.

William Shatner is a man who exudes pride in all he does, from Beatles covers to Bran. I think he was telling you to get back on your game. Maybe he was saying: you should have been more prepared for William Shatner. He was questioning your work ethic.

He was giving you a gift, the way the Pride Leader tests his underlings with claws only half out, but out.

Stephen Colbert, you are a genius. You rock my world every day for 22 minutes and I admire you as my favourite pro player in the sport I like watching – the battle for the direction of the human species. Thank you for everything you bring, every day, for your creativity and passion, for using your influence to shine a light. I know you can make the most of the gift Mr. Shatner bestowed on you. I can’t wait to see what you do next.

All the best,
Cheryl


Sunday, February 19, 2012

Tangle

Tangle

Words branch out
Tangle
Taking every possible way to the 
   same. old.
   places
   spaces
   
   holes.
Unable to entertain their own inadequacy
They bluster on as though
Their explanations hold any meaning at all
(they do)
(but never, never enough)*

*Ives Theory #34: Any truth removed from context reverts to false

Monday, February 13, 2012

Watching my But (or, Rehab)

Prickles
(Laurel Creek Conservation, Waterloo, Ont. 2012)


Hi, my name is Cheryl, and I am a negative person. I have been in recovery for a very long time.

I started out excited about the world, until it hurt. Then I hid, until people wouldn't let me. Then I pretended while I seethed inside, turning in on myself with all the martyrdom of doing what was expected. Seeking control, I turned to Negativity.

Despite its drawbacks, Negativity can be a compelling drug. It compensates for all I am allowing by telling me that it's beyond my control. It lets me feel smarter, secretly better, protected because I don't care. It allows me to avoid the effort of supporting something or standing up for something, the discomfort of others' disapproval and the responsibility of their approval. It decides my opinion on a number of topics and lets me stop thinking about those things. Negativity permits focused, if limited, thinking. Conveniently, it also requires no action, since there is always a reason NOT to do pretty much anything, if that's what I'm looking for.

Negativity allows me to stand separate, in judgment, and if I judge myself even more harshly, it lets me tell myself, I am being perfectly fair. Negativity's weight feels like ballast in the ship as we rock on insanity's waves.

More than that. I have a special talent for it. I see what's wrong in any situation very, very quickly. I see the snip that would unravel the wrongness and the joists that would make it right. Assuming right and wrong, that is. Negativity alters my perception of the spectrum between right and wrong, removing shades so the line seems more delineated, the spectrum simply black or white. On Negativity, I am a lion herding my prey into a corner. I can take down almost any idea with my creative strength, my eloquent claws. It's not pretty.

Well used, carefully revealed, using Negativity can easily pass for business savvy.

Since I decided to stop using (like, really, actually decided) I've found I need to stay away from all my old friends.  No, Not, But, Of Course, Should, If Only, When, the entire Sarcasm family, Can't, Won't and many others. Friends who have been a part of me my whole life. My gang made me feel safe behind their protection. It was hard to leave them behind.

Lately, they've been creeping around again. But shows up a few times a day, now, and No is around pretty much all the time. Yesterday, Should came back and I thought I'd finally chased her off. It's harder, to stay with my recovery when they're in my language.

One day at a time, right?

So today, I'm watching my But - I've asked And to help replace her in my sentences. What are you watching today?

Friday, February 3, 2012

Happiness (imaginings)


Happiness.

Do you remember when the pursuit of happiness for every person wasn't a pipedream to be scoffed at?

I'm not talking a life without sorrow, hardships or difficulties. I'm just talking about a basically happy life, one where I can do the things that matter most and I have the capacity and/or support to handle the hard stuff.

I like to imagine what this world would be like if every human being felt loved, protected, fed, warm, safe and clean most of the time. I like to imagine how spirits would unfold if every human life was truly valued for what gifts it brings the world. I like to imagine what we would create together.

But I don't let myself imagine this world very often. I keep it as a special treat, like secret candy in wartime, for my darkest moments. The truth is, when I'm done imagining and I remember the distance and the pain this species still has ahead...

I find I've broken my own heart.

Thursday, February 2, 2012

Relationship


Can I take you back in time a couple of decades? I want to talk about employment relationships.

When I started working in Human Resources in 1994, things were different. At the time, employment case law in Ontario was very employee-centric. Poorly performing employees were getting crazy severance packages exceeding a year's salary, and the higher-paid the employee, the more they would get. The courts were finding in favour of employees most of the time. Courts ordered employers to pay for education and outplacement and provide letters of reference, even when poor performance was well documented. Some employees were even getting reinstated by the feared Human Rights Tribunal. Employers were conscious of employment standards regulations and concerned about any complaints.


My organization was a family owned light manufacturing firm with 10 plants across Canada. These plants received, developed, printed and delivered photofinishing to retail outlets across the country. You know, when people took pictures on rolls of film and waited with baited breath for them to come back in envelopes on actual photographic paper before they found out they had put their thumb in front of most of them. Back then.

We had over 600 employees. About 250 were full time (35-40 hours guaranteed), 200 full time reduced (24-35 hrs/wk guaranteed) and the rest "seasonal" or part time (no guarantee of hours, but usually full time in the summer). All full time and full time reduced employees had benefits. Most of our seasonal employees were students, since summer and the week after Christmas were our busiest times.

We paid above minimum wage, but not much - we were just below the industrial average for light manufacturing unskilled labour. And yet, we had never had a hint of a union at any plant.

What we had going for us was Relationship. 

We were conscious of unions and wanting to maintain a direct relationship with our employees. Our VP said, "you get the union you deserve, so we're not going to deserve one."  We lived by that in our policies and approach. We cared to care about them, and in return, they didn't need to turn to a third party. At the same time, I think everyone understood implicitly that a plant that unionized would simply be closed, its work shuffled to the nearest province.

Regardless of whether it was love or fear, we took care of our employees. We scheduled shifts to allow them to take classes or pick their kids up from school. Every year we had to lay off people from February to May, and October to mid-December. We would let them know it was coming, ask for volunteers, and then do rotating 13 week temporary layoffs with full benefits, usually able to limit the layoff to those who volunteered. Many of our older ladies looked forward to this time off, and often spent it in Florida with their early-retired husbands. Parents planned their family vacation time around it. Moms knew they could be home for March Break. Students went back to school knowing they would get hours over Christmas and they'd be welcome back the next year.

Most of our summer students were related to employees - children, grandchildren, nieces, nephews. The students knew they represented their families and they worked hard. We interviewed any internal candidate for any role, even if they weren't qualified, and helped them with a plan to get qualified. We posted all our jobs and took internal referrals first - we hardly ever advertised. Most of our promotions were from within, including me - I had worked in a retail photo lab through University.

Our company-paid benefits plan was the most generous I've had in my career. We split the difference on pension types, with the employees contributing to a defined contribution savings plan, and a matching employer-paid portion (up to 3% of salary) going into pension. We had service awards from 1 year to 35 years, and they were presented at the company-paid Christmas Gala (yes Gala) with fanfare and even roses for the ladies. Every employee got their birthday off with pay, and a birthday card signed personally by the President, Vice President, HR, the employee's manager, the employee's supervisor, and the employee's co-workers (you can imagine what that was like to administer every month!). We held extravagant summer picnics. We had a lottery where you could win a week off with pay, every month. We gave everyone a turkey (gift card) and a Christmas Card sent to their house with their Christmas Bonus (usually a week's pay).

That's all gone now, and not just because of digital photography. 

The employment law environment has changed. There are no Human Rights officers - a complaint can take several years to get heard. I myself was called as witness in one case that lasted for 3 years after I'd left the company. Employment Standards has out-clauses that the courts have chosen to give credence, like stretching the definition of a "manager" and an "IT Worker" (one of the most exploitative changes that came in 10+ yrs ago). Settlements are hardly worth the lawyer fees, and employers breach standards left and right since it's a complaints-driven system, and everyone's happy to just have a job. If employees say anything, the employer apologizes and moves on. The employee gets caught in the next layoff round.

A fully company-paid benefits plan is much more of a rarity today. And coverage - where you used to get $300 it's $150, with a $25 deductible, based on 2-year-old fee guides. Pension? No way! Service awards? Employees don't like them anyway, and besides, they're taxable. No one is irreplaceable. It's good to cull the bottom 10% every year, it keeps people on their toes. Loyalty? Give me two years when someone's hungry over 10 years of plodding. We're short this quarter, we'd better lay off a few people.

For the past twenty years, the employment relationship has been systematically chipped away, eroded thread by thread. Like a cancer, the employment contract took over and reprogrammed the DNA until it was no longer human. In the private sector, people lost their foothold, their benefits and their pensions, with each new year of hires no longer eligible for the "grandfathered" plans of old. For twenty years, these workers have been programmed to understand that there is no "relationship" - you pay me, and I do what you want done for the hours you pay me. I owe you no loyalty, and you offer me none.

This is the context for most private sector workers. They no longer know what it would look like to feel job security. They no longer believe it possible.

They no longer think you should have it, either. 

As we enter a time of great upheaval in the public sector, spurred not only by economic circumstances but by the change in employment circumstances that is now arriving at their doorstep, I brace for the inevitable clash of cultures, ideologies, definitions of "fairness" and GOBS of WASTED MINDS and RESOURCES about to be spent "fighting to keep what's good" and "fighting to force what's fair." All the "why should I's" already deafen me.

It is inevitable. The workers of the private sector will not stand by and watch their taxes increase to pay for anyone's guaranteed pensions when they know they will have none in their own retirements. They will not settle for cuts to services that allow job security and extra holidays for people they pay with their tax dollars.

And the public sector workers and unions will not settle for losing everything they've fought for. They won't be brought down when we should be trying to rise up!

It will go on and on. Our best minds will debate it. Some will try to prove that there is no privilege in the public sector, while others will produce graphs to show there is.There will be articles, studies and name-calling. There will be strikes and stones thrown. There will be strife in our communities between the citizens who work for companies and the citizens who work for public service. It will go on and on for painful years.

It will turn us against each other just when we need to stand together and win back the employment relationship for everyone.

This can only go one way or the other. Either the public sector loses what it has that's better than your average private sector worker, or the private sector is forced to reinstate something like an employment relationship so people can have some measure of security. Which will come first?

The way I see it, the sooner we level the playing field, the better. Frankly, in the short term, I see the loss of public sector privileges over private sector workers as inevitable. And then what? We will have spent ourselves, only to lose another battle that's taken up years of our time. We will be worn, demoralized and, as always, resource poor.

I think we need to stop letting this be about public and private sectors at all. Maybe the public sector doesn't need to fight for itself, fight to keep what it has. That's a defensive position. That's letting "them" frame the debate. Maybe the public sector needs to help us all fight for the very idea of an employment relationship, for everyone, even outside of the protection of unions. Raise and evangelize the very notion that employers and employees do owe each other something beyond the moment of their immediate usefulness.

IMHO, of course.

(unfortunately, it's hard to lead from a position of privilege, as any community developer can tell you. You tend to lack cred.)

Thaw

Spring Is Messy


For years, I hid myself from myself
quite deliberately.
I locked myself carefully under ice.

I knew I would become all consuming if I let me.
That my becoming would become me
And there simply isn't time for that.

But I failed.
I failed to freeze myself.
I fanned the flames in secret.
I harboured my fugitive self from my single-minded obtuseness
Feeding her scraps, begging for her contentment.

She was not content. She'd never intended to stay under ice forever.

I didn't want the messiness
the incessant uncertainty
the despair that settles, sickening, in the pit of my stomach

I didn't want the disruption
the financial uncertainty
the tiring hard work of being constantly, really, here

I didn't want the visions
the insights that seem to demand my action
the knowledge that no one is ready to hear.

I didn't want to drift so far away from how Everyone thinks.

Do I have to say that it's hard, to thaw?
It's hard.

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

It's All Tree

Tree

Delicate, supple, leathery; textured ridges cool my fingertips.
Rough, hard, straight; gnarled bumps interrupt my thumb's progress.
Dancing smooth pig's tail; coiled seeker resists my tug.

It's all Tree.

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

What keeps me up at night

Inhumanity
What am I afraid of? I'm afraid that a small boy will stab a police officer in the eyes with a pair of scissors, and nothing will ever be the same.


Night. A demonstration, or a riot? Fire and fear, anger. It’s about food, about water, about hygienic conditions, about safety. It’s about desperation.

(On our own continent, North America, where These Things just don’t happen? People don’t riot in the streets for food. We have food banks and social assistance, don’t we?)

And yet, tonight, here are Women, Men and Children crowded together, a single beast howling for fairness, crying out in anguish for Lack.  Women, Men and Children, real and makeshift weapons brandished high, surging forward together:  a Force, a Wave,  rising to break against the Wall of Enforcement inevitably blocking its path.

Enforcement braces. Waits.

Wave smashes Wall! Spatters fly left and right, crowd crushing forward in a beautiful liquid flow, a choreographed dance of forward, full-stop, arch and FLY back. An inside-out waterfall, from above. A taste of hell from within.

Cracks, shots, screams, thuds, shouts, growls, roars; one tumultuous Roar of raw human violence. Teeth bared, the animals rise to their nature.  No spectacle in the Universe can match it (thanks be).

A grand human battle, as in days of old, when knights and villagers fought, quite literally, Tooth and Nail for their very survival. As in days of now, in countries far away where they can be safely ignored. And today, where we didn’t expect it and certainly don’t want it. Here. Somehow, it must be the fault of the Instigators. So Power whispers in our ears, as we witness from what we hope remains a safe distance.

In the end, of course, vicious Power must win by any means necessary, because anything less accepts defeat. Power cannot compute Defeat. Power is single-minded.

But what happens next?

Devon, nine, small for his age, hungry and ready to fight. Devon watches a big, ugly cop slam his Little-Tough-as-Nails-Mama with a club. Devon hears the crack of her skull and he sees the fluorescent glow of her spirit fly from her open mouth and dissipate into the night as her body slumps forward, bloody hair in her face.

Devon’s rage defies gravity. He flies through the air, latches his legs around that cop’s chest with the grip of a cobra. Scissors raised.

And what happens next?

What else could happen? Devon stabs the cop in the eyes. Again, and again. Power, that fairweather weasel, sees his Champion falter and just jumps ship; Devon’s gaping Hate beckons and Power lustily fills the void. Now the man’s high-pitched anguished screams pump Devon like energy. Now he wants to hurt, he wants to kill, he needs to take this life.

And next?

Hands, fists, boots, pain, pain, pain, pain, can’t breath, can’t see, can’t think, can’t move, can’t…

Eight cops beat Devon to death in the space of a minute. Eleven other cops see only their brethren gone wild on a child, and rush forward to stop it. Cop Brawl pulls in seven more officers before the crowd surrounds them. In under five minutes, reinforcements find twenty-six cops being torn to pieces by hundreds of people, regular people fighting each other for the privilege of giving their hate free expression. Nine of those cops are already dead.

And next, of course…

Someone opens fire.

Days and thousands dead before Power satisfies his immediate longings. Of course, he is never satisfied.

We know how to prevent it. We have the resources to prevent it. Finding the Will...I have my hopeful days and I have my days of dark visions and no faith that the amazing beauty of individual humans can ever be translated into the larger social systems.

Then again, 1,000 years is a long time. Never say never...right?

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Nature

(taken in Markham, Ontario...or somewhere like that)



Corporations are job eliminators. But it’s not their fault.

Corporations make money by providing value to customers who pay them. There are three major ways to win a customer: sell it cheaper, make it better, treat them well.

Under the “sell it cheaper” category, there are three major ways to sell it cheaper: cheaper materials, cheaper value production, cheaper distribution.

Under the category of cheaper value production, labour often comprises the bulk of costs. The most effective business model would provide 100% of value with $0 spent on labour or overhead. In the real world, this ratio is one of the most important efficiency measures: labour dollars to produce one unit.

Thus, businesses constantly and rightly seek production efficiencies and technology that permits fewer jobs to produce more value. A good corporation owes value to its shareholders and must pursue the goal of “sell it cheaper” without compromising product quality or customer experience, so as not to jeopardize the other two ways of winning customers (make it better, treat them well).

“Why did you eat me?” asked the ghost mouse. "I pulled the thorn from your paw!"

The lion licked his booboo, yawning. “Because I am a lion,” he replied.

Corporations eliminate jobs, as fast as and wherever they can. It’s their nature. 

I am a Lion
(Toronto Zoo, 2011)

Sunday, January 15, 2012

Nothing's Free

I've always found it funny - the "Free" "Market". Like parking on the "Drive" "Way".

I believe we could rebuild the free market economy by consciously mitigating efforts at externalizing costs. A free market may not be an effective arbiter of priorities, but disaster comes when costs are not allocated appropriately to their points of incursion. Under-valuing resources is only the beginning. Obfuscating cost allocations has become an industry unto itself.


Where all the theory and spreadsheet wrangling, outsourcing and downsizing, shaving and tightening, speculating and trading hit reality is in the lives of people.

We’ve created a stage rush. Pushing costs out and around, pushing, pushing, and it’s The People who get crushed between the throng and the hard, hard wall of the stage. Enjoy the show.

Nothing is created or destroyed, only changed. We can transform the numbers a thousand ways, but at some point, the costs come from somewhere. Someone pays. When we mine resources in Ontario to ship to China for transformation and shipment back to Canada through Singapore, and it costs less than manufacturing in Ontario, someone is lying about what it really costs, and who's paying.

I didn't need an MBA to tell me that, but it confirmed my suspicions.

We've made the Free Market into a game of who can cheat best, and our governments have written the rules to match the play. It's a bastardization.

Next step: Valuate Earth. I want my 1/7 billionth.

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

To Freedom, Humanity!

(e)volution


What would you rather be doing?

Every once in awhile, I’ll hear a news story about someone in an office or factory who won the lottery. “Will you quit your job?” the commentator asks. “Oh, I could never leave my job!” they insist.

What!?!

I mean, besides the fact that it’s impossible to keep working beside people once they put on that lens…I ask you, who among us doesn’t have a dream of owning our own time? Freedom has long been the dream of slaves.

Did you forget that we’re slaves?

I have a dream. I wake up in the morning, refreshed and excited to greet the day. I stretch, pick up my coffee, check in with the twitterverse and blogosphere, send some love into the Universe, exercise, and spend the day writing fiction, cat on my lap. I eat a tasty and nutritious dinner with my family and enjoy a summers’ evening with them. I fall asleep easily and sleep well. Nowhere in that dream do I wash dishes, prepare meals, clean up cat litter.

It’s not a giant dream, but it’s one of mine. What are some of yours?

We all have them! We all long to be free of the tyranny of work. Work SUCKS! We just want to bang on the drum all day.

And we SHOULD be able to do this. Why can’t we?

Because we allow the vagaries of human whimsy to drive our innovative efforts, and place individual human desires above what’s realistic. That’s why we have 79 kinds of gum with exactly the same ingredients. That’s why the technology exists to solve almost any problem, but hardly anyone can afford it for far too long. I’m not convinced there is enough trickling down to reach the bottom before drying up.

The Free Market is driving the dream upward. The Entrepreneurs who were once of us, for us and with us, have been displaced by impersonal conglomerates where no one is responsible for anything but the bottom line. Our stock marketeers are making themselves Feudal Overlords. Trickle-down only works when something is trickling down. We encourage the rich to tie money up rather than spend it (spending being the only means of spreading it out) and it is creating a Great Divide between those who must work, and those who have choices.

Don’t misunderstand. I am very grateful to the Free Market for getting us here. Slavery was required for humans to be the machines that made things happen. We did it! We got here! We grew and grew and did more and more, and we cracked the genome! We have computers and robots – better machines than us! We know how to get to the moon! We dreamed it, and it’s here, and it’s incredible. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Without competition and the draw of significant reward, innovation and creativity couldn’t have come so far. The widespread slavery of humans in creation and production, was required to allow for execution on what was possible. Without the fierce competition for basic needs, humans would never have submitted to it. Give them enough to eat and a place to live, and they will do what they feel like, not what needs to be done!

Allowing the slaves participation as consumers of innovation helped spread the wealth from the feudal overlords to a middle class of people. The mantra of ever onward! Constant Growth! That’s the cheerleading we needed to get here. And it worked. It even gave the illusion of freedom, this idea that you can improve your lot, that the sky is the limit. Still, 40 hours a week is a lot, and for most people, it’s the minimum. It doesn’t leave much time to enjoy Life.

The thing is, we don’t have to live like this anymore. We could decide that being a human is not an immediate sentence to a lifetime of work. We could make birth an entry to the universe’s vacation resort. We could decide to use our Collective Will to create utopia for everyone.

Not tomorrow. Not in my lifetime or yours, but does that give us the right to keep our foot on the gas when we can see the ravine? Imagine what technology could do in 3012. That was a trick. You can’t.

In any case, my point is this. We are behaving like children. Gimme gimme gimme. Why should I? It’s MINE! We are acting like teenagers. I choose my own friends! The world is black and white! What’s the point?

We have the technology and know-how to begin spreading not just survival, but even convenience more broadly among humans at a much faster pace, if we lower the prices by reducing the profits. Uh oh, can’t say that. That smacks of taxation or redistribution. Bla bla bla. Let’s put it another way. We have the technology and know-how to begin spreading stability and even convenience more broadly among humans at a much faster pace, if we understand that we live in a finite system. Constant growth is not a requirement, it’s a mindset. And it’s simply not an option.

It’s time for us to grow up, Humanity. We’ve had our childhood, we've spent our teen angst, and we've even crashed the car. 

Now, it’s time to settle down and have a family together.

It’s time we realized the reality of our situation and the depth of our power. It’s time we wake up and have a dream, for all of us, a thousand years from now, that life IS easy and work is what we choose, because we love it and it gives us a chance to better our situation and that of humanity, not because we can't eat otherwise. When I come back, I want my life to be a vacation from the tedium of eternity, no matter what family I’m born to. All this dog eat dog within Ourself tires me out.

To Freedom, Humanity!

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Imaginings (shiver)

Take the long road and walk it (The Music)
(Woolwich, Ont.: Dec. 2011)


Only in wild imaginings
Can road evoke a journey
Real life's wanderings offer no wide smoothness
to ease my mind with illusory destinations
So I live in these imaginings, for awhile
and take cold comfort as it comes




Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Get on

Dare
 (Grand Bend, 2004)

A thousand ways beckon and forbid.

A thousand long paths diverge.

A few hopeful steps, round the bend. Before me a mountain of climbing. I hesitate.

I look back. Perhaps another way?

This path reveals a chasm.  Down that, a desert looms. Thistles and thorns; formidable passages. Ferocious creatures. Dead ends. 

I retreat.

Each path becomes a journey, each journey asks a lifetime. 

Each misleading sign points vaguely, whispers maybes. Beckons and forbids. No destination promised, just hints.

Each way asks blind commitment to one step, then the next. 

I feel ill-equipped.

Again and again, I return to the crossroads, daunted and uncertain any way is worth the struggle.

I don’t know where I’m going
or why I’m going anywhere at all.

Beneath my feet a warning, earth’s rumbled promise: you cannot stay.

Get on.

I sink to my knees. Will I let the ground crumble, swallow me?

The wind whispers though I can't hear meaning
under the howls.









Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Occupy Earth

Image from "Your Free Press"
(no affiliation, I just used the picture)

I've been watching the Occupy movement for some time with mixed feelings. And watching my mixed feelings with curiosity.

On the surface, I agree with much of what I've heard coming out of the Movement. I'm so relieved and excited to see people taking notice of the rot that has infiltrated our governments and societies. Yet, I have a nagging sense that they are Occupying the wrong thing. Can I walk you through what I've pieced together so far?


Corporations are NOT Job Creators. They are Wealth Accumulators.

  • Corporations must employ as few people at as low a rate as possible to maximize shareholder value.
  • Corporations are Job Eliminators by nature of their role as Wealth Accumulators.

Private Industry is NOT accountable for creating full employment.

  • Private industry’s primary responsibility is to extract value for shareholders.
  • Corporations are responsible for maximizing their shareholders’ value within the context of the regulations set by Governments
  • Corporations are not responsible to ensure society has enough resources to meet citizen needs. 
  • Corporations are not responsible to ensure full employment for as many humans as society decides to birth and educate.
  • Governments have created few/poor regulatory mechanisms requiring corporations to create employment or protect natural resources

The coincidental convergence between industry needs and available human labour is over. 

  • Agricultural and Industrial Ages required more people and employed them with lower pre-employment requirements
  • Technology trends in automation and robotics indicate that the lines between private sector needs and capable human labour will continue diverging.

Societies must stop relying on the mechanism of full employment as the means by which they ensure citizens are fed and housed.
  • As private industry requires fewer people with increasingly complex skills, fewer people will be eligible to earn in the private sector

Societies allocate too few of our common resources to education to permit a large enough pool of people eligible for private sector employment
  • Private industry requires fewer, but more expensive human capabilities than in the past
  • Education systems were developed to support the Industrial age and have not been adequately revised
  • Industry requires creative thinkers with significant and complex knowledge
  • Our educational systems currently fail to maximize the human potential of most people 
  • Public education produces too few humans eligible for private-sector employment participation and too many not eligible for available private sector needs
  • Producing more humans eligible for private sector work is expensive and requires more individual adult care for each child during the education phase

Private industry would fail without the free labour of care-givers and volunteers, which is not valued in the current economic system
  • Without the unpaid care of children, disabled and elderly people to support families and communities, those who are employed could not focus their time and attention on producing
  • Because most care is not valued in the economic system, most care is done by those who are not fully employed in other ways, with a sub-set of care provided by low-paid workers. 
  • Otherwise productive and employed humans, primarily female, exit the workforce when family pressures require time and attention
  • If society achieves full employment of adults, it does so at the cost to quality of care for young children, the disabled and the elderly within homes, as well as the volunteer work done in schools and communities

Governments are responsible to regulate behaviour within a society in a way that permits fair and peaceful co-existence. 
  • As behaviour regulators, we trust Governments to also be the stewards of our resources
  • As Resource Stewards, we trust Governments to ensure our natural resources, including human labour, are used and paid for in a way that permits fair and peaceful co-existence


Societies currently subsidize private sector profits by selling commonly-held resources too cheaply
  • Governments compete and undercut each other to increase industry participation in their territories
  • Governments use cheap resources (low costs, low taxes, cheap labour rates) to attract industry
  • Governments have failed to recoup for Society an appropriate value in exchange for resources, including labour
  • Governments have not extracted enough societal value to replace the sold resources – they have sold our resources, including human time, too cheaply, and given too much "free reign" to corporations


Fair and peaceful co-existence currently feels threatened.
  • Governments have created regulatory environments in which corporations can amass and hoard wealth at the expense of the common good
  • Governments have created policy environments in which education and care are de-valued and under-valued for their role in economic activity
  • Because governments have failed to regulate our resource allocation and behaviours effectively, more people are living lives of instability and desperation
  • As more people live lives of instability and desperation, our fair and peaceful co-existence is threatened

For societies to survive and evolve, they must re-assess how governments subsidize and regulate private sector use of common resources 
  • Societies must seek ways to use commonly-held resources strategically, maximizing the balance among private-sector employment, public-sector employment and other forms of income stabilization
  • Decision making must apply the context that the “full employment” coincidence is no longer an effective model
  • For societies to mitigate against decreased private sector employment needs, decision making must apply the context of increasing need for societal contribution in the areas of care and education 
  • There is no compelling evidence that governments are seriously undertaking such a re-assessment

Wall Street did what they were permitted to do. Without conscience, pressuring for more and more privilege - yes, morally we can and must question the ethics of these leaders, especially those who went beyond the already-permissive legal framework. And yet, it is governments the world over who have failed both in their responsibility to regulate behavior, and in their role as Resource Stewards. By competing for industry in a selfish and protectionist way, rather than working together, governments have undercut us all.

So, for the Americans at least, why isn't it Occupy Washington? 

Finally...

This is a closed ecosystem.

One world, one set of resources, 7 billion people. Nothing much comes in or goes out. If I have more, you have less. If one country has more, other countries have less. Until we begin thinking like a species on a planet at the governmental level, this mess will only get worse. Until we decide on a common goal of a fair and peaceful co-existence, we can't even begin to start those conversations, let alone work on achieving it. 

I say, OCCUPY EARTH. 

We already do, all of us, together. It's the How that's the kicker.
  

Monday, November 21, 2011

Seeing

See Through

What I see
Depends a lot on how I look

Saturday, November 19, 2011

Nature is

Inter-Seasonal

Nature does not say: It is Spring, there will be only green.
Nature does not say: It is Summer, there will be only sun
Nature does not say: It is Autumn, everything must die
Nature does not say: It is Winter, there will be only snow

When we look closely, we see that Nature cares not about the season
Nature simply is
Now.

Monday, November 14, 2011

Hasten

Spent
   
Hasten

     why should I?
     why shouldn't I?
     they should
     they shouldn't
     why don't they?
     it's not fair
     they don't deserve
     I deserve
     I want
     I give up   

Hasten the moment duality breaks
Shush away the skittish fears
Soothe and whisper calming questions in my ear

Hasten the moment of shining harsh light
Reveal the They alive in Me
Allow the shame to teach then let it be

Hasten the moment of opening sight
Reveal the Me alive in They
Allow the hurt to teach then flow away

When frantic power yields to compassion
I return to love
I return to me

Friday, November 4, 2011

Seeds fly (Release)

Release (Autumn, 2011)

The flower never knows 
where her seeds blow

do they root in soil?
strangle in weeds?
fly and flourish?

or revert to dust.

The flower only knows 
She must bloom
(and then, release)

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Mind's Eye

Mindseye
(acrylic on canvas, 2011)
Movement carries potential
Deliberate acts create the unintended
Effect is never quite what's caused
Variables multiply
     faster than definitions

In my mind's eye the colours dance with purpose
Pools trickles tangles smears lines webs
Their play desires my imagination
Each colour pulls my mind's eye past horizon

Where past my understanding, they continue flowing
Where past my comprehension, their song sings to my song
Where past my thoughtful reasons, their need continues through me
Where past my body's surface
     they call me on.

(Are you coming?)
(I'm almost there.)

Getting to know me?

Just Waiting for the Wind (Autumn, 2011)

By chance, I recently met someone who reads this blog. She didn't know it was "my" blog until we met and she recognized me from my picture. It's like a tiny, little taste of fame. This reader observed that I am not like my blog. She said I seem happy and together, but my blog is "heavy." She wasn't complaining, exactly, but noting something I've noted myself - I tend to write here more often when I'm angsty or freaking out than when I'm not.

Which is to say, I only post a couple of times a month, often when I'm most angsty or I'm freaking out.

But reading my blog, not understanding the big spaces of happy, excited and boring between what I write, could lead to some interesting impressions of me as a person. I'd never thought much about it, because I didn't really think anyone was GETTING TO KNOW ME through all this sharing. When I write, it's to explore a theme, to work ideas loose - it's like noodling on a guitar. It's not meant to be an expression of my whole being. I'd never thought of people meeting me and expecting me to be "like" my blog, at all. It kind of freaked me out.

For me, the blog is a space of creative expression, not a journal. The themes I explore are just themes, bits I'm working through in a moment among a million moments that I don't share here.

Somehow, I need to say that now. But I feel kind of...icky about it.

Because I feel that you (that is, YOU) have always understood this about our shared moments when you read. You've gone there with me, not thinking where we went WAS me. We go together knowing what we explore is often hard, and it matters, and it underpins all the other times when we aren't in angst but the reasons for it aren't gone. You know that we are all of us so complex as to be unknowable, even to ourselves. In this way, we are all gods in bodies.

(you do understand, don't you?)

Friday, October 21, 2011

Kindergarten Gurus (or, Wasps get mad at this time of year"


Kindergarten Gurus (Waterloo, 2011)

Today, walking down the hill to the bus stop, my 5 year old stopped.

"A dead wasp!" He looked at the perfect, still body. "It looks just the same, but dead."

I was impatient. In a hurry. I didn't want to miss the bus.

"Yes, yes, wasps die in October. Keep walking!" My 4yo daughter and I were far enough ahead that he needed to run to keep up.

"Why?" he asked.

"Why what?"

"Why do wasps die in October?"

"Because it's cold." I threw it out, a little dismissive.

My daughter piped up at the same time. "Because they're done getting all the pollen."

This time I stopped, just for a second. I smiled. She's such a show-off.

"That too," I conceded, feeling bested by a master. I gave them both a hug. We walked.

"Wasps are just like robots," my son offered.

"Yes, they are basically like robots, programmed to get pollen. Like a light bulb. When we turn on the switch, we send electricity to the light bulb and it lights up, because that's what it does." They nodded. They've heard this before. "When we turn the switch off, it stops the electricity, and the bulb is off."

They stumbled over each other to talk, and my son won out. I never quite know how to navigate these squabbles - I don't want to reward this kind of pushiness (though it does have some practical value in some circumstances), and I don't want to sidetrack the conversation. I'll admit, this time I let it go. My son said,

"So they die, and then in spring new ones get borned, just the same kind of robots that get pollen. Because there's no flowers in winter. So we don't need these old ones anymore. So we pull out our electricity, and they fall down dead."

"That's one interesting way to look at it."

"Everything's a robot," he proclaimed. "We're robots, and cars are robots and birds and everything is just robots with electricity."

My daughter piped up.

"Noooo..." she said, almost laughing, almost sarcastic. "They're not just robots."

"No?" I asked. "Why?"

"Robots don't get mad. Wasps get mad at this time of year."

She was quoting me - I've said "Wasps get mad at this time of year" many times in the past couple of months. But she tied that back herself to the concept that the wasps can't be robots because they feel emotion. She identified a key concept of being "alive."

"That's true." I responded. And then, "Unless the robots are programmed to get mad when they're about to die..."

"All of everything gets mad when it's about to die," said my son with certainty. "We like to be alive."

We arrived at the bus stop. They mounted the stairs to the bus, almost too high for their legs. My kindergarten gurus.






Monday, October 17, 2011

A message on poverty

(photo from Tina Tang)

Poverty is a personal problem with systemic consequences.

In response to the systemic consequences, we institute systems-approach solutions that have personal consequences, and often exacerbate the effects of poverty at the personal level. These approaches have failed to reduce levels of poverty and have increased gaps between the richest and poorest. These systems cost too much money to provide no return on investment.

We require a different set of starting principles.

The most viable solutions will challenge common understanding about concepts like value, work, choice, responsibility, community and freedom. We are only beginning to have those conversations, and they are hard.

This work is generations from fruition.

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Johnny, Jenny & Neeha: Talking TIME

Part 2 Talking: TIME


When we last left Jenny, Johnny & Neeha, they were having lunch. Read the previous post here


Jenny feels her friends’ ambivalence and wishes she’d kept quiet. Never have the three friends been in such different places. They pretend to read the menu they all know by heart. Jenny already knows that she'll order soup, but she doesn't want to look up right away. We are in such different places, she thinks. I wish we could understand each other, and just feel comfortable like we used to.


Suddenly, Jenny's stomach contracts and a cold, eerie feeling descends over her. With glaring clarity she understands: this may be the last time we three friends are together like this. She feels suddenly overwhelmed with sadness for all she has lost already. Jenny takes a ragged breath. Johnny and Neeha are instantly alert.
"Jenny, I'm sorry, we never should have gotten into talking about money." Neeha puts her arm around her friend, but Jenny shakes it off.


"No, that's just it! It's what we DON'T talk about that's getting in our way! Guys, I really think that we might be losing our friendship because we can't talk about how our situations are different, the assumptions or judgments we might have - even unconsciously. It gets in the way, like a wall we've been slowly building for years!"


All three sit in silence. After a minute, Johnny nods thoughtfully.


"Okay, but we can't change anyone's situation, we can't change what's different in our lives. So what can we do?"


"Maybe...we can talk about it?" offers Jenny shyly.


Johnny does not want to talk about it. He knows that he has more money than his friends and he doesn't want to be made to feel guilty about it. He went to college, and worked hard to get where he is. He thinks, what is there to talk about? It's not his fault that his friends made different decisions than he did. Jenny chose to get married and quit school - if she'd wanted to, she could have given the baby up, or found a way to do her studies part time. And Neeha didn't even try. As these thoughts flow through his mind, he remembers Jenny's words that burst out so jarringly. Assumptions? Judgments? Reluctantly, he starts to see that maybe there are some things to talk about.


Neeha still hasn't spoken. She does not want to talk about her life - it's too boring. She doesn't want to complain, and she doesn't want to listen to anyone else complain, either. It hurt her feelings when Jenny shook her off, and the outburst felt like an attack . She admits to herself that Jenny's words shook her to the core. Neeha suddenly realizes the tenuousness of the relationship that holds them together, how easily these two people who had always been part of her Canadian life might fade away from her. She shivers as she feels, for a moment, what it means to be alone in the world. She looks at her two friends. Jenny smiles apologetically and bites her lip. Neeha makes a decision.


"Okay," says Neeha, "Let's talk. Where do we start?"

"Let's NOT start with money, okay?" says Jenny. "I think I need to warm up to that. But...maybe we can talk about what we were saying earlier. About time?"

"So, what? Like, report out on how we spend our time?" Johnny asks skeptically.

Jenny swallows hard. She feels strangely brave, but it's still hard to say what she is thinking out loud.
"Well," Jenny begins, "I guess I noticed that both you guys seemed to be...I don't know, doubtful? When I said that my time is stretched? So I guess I'm thinking that you think you have more time pressures than I do. Can we talk about that?"

Neeha and Johnny exchange a look. Johnny doesn't really want to hurt Jenny's feelings by saying her days are wasted. Neeha sighs. Her feelings are complicated and contradictory - she knows Jenny is a good mother, but she still feels it's unfair that she doesn't have to work. Neeha has no idea what she can say that won't sound like she is judging her friend. The words suddenly tumble out before she fully thinks them through.

"I have to admit it, Jenny, it's true. I do think you have more time than me. I'm running from job to job spending half my time on the bus, and you're warm at home. I'm not saying you don't work hard as a mother. But how could you not have more time?"

The two women stare at each other in silence. Jenny doesn't want to say the first words that come to her - she wants to keep her friendship. She feels Neeha's comments like burning shame.

Suddenly, Johnny laughs. The other two look over at him, surprised.

"No one has more time!" he cries triumphantly, the same way he used to treat every new discovery in science class as though he were the first to come upon it. Neeha feels a smile tugging the corner of her lips as she catches a glimpse of Teenaged Johnny.

"What do you mean?" she asks.

"No one has more time because we all have the same 24 hours, every day! We all start with...what? One hundred..." he grabs a crayon from a cup left for small children, working out the math on the paper tablecloth in front of him. "One hundred and sixty-eight hours. in a week. That's all we get. You can't buy an hour more."

All three friends acknowledge this is true.




Each friend has the same 24 hours to spend in a day.





Each begins each week with


168 hours.



"Okay," smiles Jenny, a little more at ease. "We all have one hundred and sixty-eight hours. That's true, but it's what we do with them that's different." Jenny takes a deep breath in and lets it out slowly. She is glad her friends have taken up her challenge instead of running, but she's already finding the conversation hard. She decides that she will have to be determined not to get offended, but try to stay curious."

"Well, I spend most of my time at work," says Johnny. "Or, sleeping."

"Sleep?" laughs Neeha. "What's that? Sleep is one thing I don't spend enough time on. Work comes first. And the stupid bus."

"For me, my kids come first," says Jenny. "The twins are still home all day and they won't nap anymore, so I spend most of my time with them."

"But, they're just little. They can't take up that much time?" asks Neeha without thinking.

"I think maybe you should come and babysit for a day, then see if you think that!" laughs Jenny. She means what she says, but finds she isn't upset with Neeha's assumption. Neeha can't be expected to know what it's like to spend all day, every day with very young children.

Johnny takes the crayon.

"I have an easy way to do this. Let's just track how we spend our time."

Together, the friends quickly narrow themselves to four main areas for time - paid employment, household maintenance, personal development and community work. Each shares their experience thoughtfully and with a broad brush. Johnny records the hours on the paper table-cloth. They take quite awhile to eat, often forgetting as they get caught up in analyzing together. When the waitress comes to clear their plates, Johnny asks her for a new table-cloth to summarize their findings. She raises her eyebrow when she sees what he's been writing, but doesn't say a word. Johnny works while Neeha and Jenny excuse themselves to the washroom.

Here is a summary of what they found:


1) Paid Employment


Johnny spends, on average, 42.5 hours at work.


Jenny does not engage in paid work.


Neeha works about 48 hours a week among her three employers.

Working requires travel time. Johnny drives about twenty minutes to work. Niha takes the bus, which takes approximately one hour each way, while Jenny primarily stays in her own neighbourhood.

Time spent on paid employment:

Johnny
Jenny
Neeha
Average weekly hours at workplace
42.5
0
48
Travel hours to and from work
3.33
0
11.67
Total hours required for paid work:
45.83
0
59.67


2. Household Maintenance

Household maintenance includes things like housecleaning, laundry, food preparation and shopping. In particular, household maintenance is required to keep a home pest-free and sanitary for human living, and to ensure nutritional needs are met.

Johnny has a housekeeper who comes every two weeks for the heaviest work, and keeps his place fairly tidy in between. His home is pest-free. Johnny buys his lunch about half the time, and uses food services (drive-thru, takeout) at least three times a week. He doesn’t know how to cook many things, so his groceries consist primarily of frozen entrees and meals-to-go.

Jenny makes her own meals, usually from reduced-cost groceries and produce, and does her own housecleaning. With small children at home, her efforts do not always meet her own standards. She has had mice occasionally, but her home is generally pest-free.

Neeha does her own cleaning and always brings her lunch to work. She likes to cook but doesn’t have much time, so about half her meals are packaged/prepared/frozen grocery offerings. Her apartment is messy but not dirty - she generally keeps it up and does big bursts of proper cleaning when she can fit them in. Still, she battles cockroaches that go back and forth between her apartment and her neighbour's. The tenants there change every month, and they often bring infestations with them. She would like to move, but she never seems to be able to get an appointment when she doesn't have to work.


Time Spent on Household Maintenance


Johnny
Jenny
Neeha
Housecleaning
12
28
20
Laundry
2
4
2
Food preparation
7
20
12
Shopping
2
6
4
Time spent on household tasks:
23
58
38


3) Community Contribution

All three friends readily agree that citizenship invokes a responsibility for contribution to the community. This is one of the values that brought them together. They also acknowledge that each volunteer hour adds to the wider social benefit at the expense of one hour's participation in the economic system.

Johnny sits on a local charity’s Board of Directors, which averages about an hour a week. He's new to the Board and the other members have been there longer, so he hasn't found his niche. He's hoping to help them upgrade their IT infrastructure, which could increase his time contributions. Johnny also visits his disabled aunt for an hour each Thursday at her supportive care facility.

Jenny spends approximately fifty-six hours a week in direct child-development activities *(please see the note at the end). These activities include reading, crafts, play, music, writing, fine and gross motor skill development, and social development. Jenny cares for her sister’s two children after school, allowing her sister to continue her full time job. Jenny also volunteers three hours a week at the local community centre’s reading program while her kids play in a play circle.

Neeha volunteers one hour each week at the local multicultural centre, leading a youth art program. She also paints when she can spare some time. Several of her paintings hang in local establishments, and she donated one to the city’s library for a charity event last year.


Time Spent on Community Contribution
Johnny
Jenny
Neeha
Supporting children's development needs
0
56
0
Supporting family/friend needs
1
10
1
Volunteering
1
3
0
Producing art
0
1
1
Time spent on Community-enhancing tasks:
2
70
2

*A note on child care: Initially, Neeha pointed out that Jenny’s children are her own. In return, Jenny reminded her friends that her children's well-being will contribute to society (if they graduate high school, take post-secondary education, get jobs) or cost society (if they remain on social assistance as adults, suffer from ill-health, or develop mental health issues). In addition, the time Jenny spends directly on child development would be performed for money by child-care workers if her time were spent at other employment, and therefore has economic value to the community. In the end, the three friends agreed to include child care as a community-enhancing activity.

4) Physical needs
The friends agreed that time must be spent each day on the physical needs required by all humans – at the very least, some hours spent sleeping, eating and basic exercise. They decided not to bother counting their time eating, since they thought it would be about the same for each.

Johnny belongs to a gym and works out there 3-4 times a week for at least an hour. He always makes sure to sleep 8 hours a night, because otherwise he gets very grumpy.

Jenny never seems to find the time for exercise with the twins still at home all day (and no longer napping). She also gets very little sleep – between keeping up with laundry and waking up with various children through the night/early morning, she considers herself lucky to get 6 hours a night. She often suffers nightmares at night, and headaches through the day.

Neeha does little better than Jenny – it’s not that she wastes her time, but between her work in the evenings and her day shifts, her sleep patterns are a little confused and she tends to sleep in 3-4 hour shifts, rather than getting all her sleep at once. She also likes to veg out a bit - not sleep, just relax. She sometimes falls asleep on the sofa with the TV on.


Time Spent on Physical Needs

Physical Needs
Johnny
Jenny
Neeha
Sleeping
56
42
45
Exercising
4
0
0
Time spent on personal well-being:
60
42
45

Bringing it all together...

Jenny, Johnny and Neeha started with the idea that each begins with the same number of hours: 24 in a day, 168 in a week.


168 Hours


Johnny
Jenny
Neeha
Hours at start of the week
168
168
168
Hours spent for work
45.83
0
59.67
Hours spent for household tasks
23
58
38
Hours spent for community-enhancing tasks
2
70
2
Hours spent on personal well-being
60
42
45
Hours available for leisure:
37.17
-2
23.33


Johnny ends up with approximately 37 hours of unallocated time in a week. Up until now, Johnny has used this time to upgrade his education and career prospects. He will likely now use his time to perform well at his job, improving his future prospects for employment and earnings. He will also use his time to catch up with friends and family that he’s been missing. Perhaps he will add another volunteer project.

Currently, Jenny spends almost half her waking hours in the long-term, active creation of productive human units for society – that is, performing unpaid child development work. For her to work at paid employment, someone else would need to be paid to do this work. During the day, Jenny’s oldest daughter is in school, but since school begins at 8:45am and lets out at 3:15pm, Jenny could not work a full shift and still be home when Heather arrives. After school care costs about as much as Jenny could earn in most part time jobs. and her two youngest children are not in school.

Both Johnny and Neeha benefit from not having children. Presumably, if Jenny did not have children, she could achieve, at minimum, a similar outcome to Neeha, since she would not be required to remain at home and could pursue similar levels of paid employment. Without children, Jenny may have finished her degree and entered the workforce at a higher rate of pay, but society would be deprived three future units of contribution. These musings may be diverting, but the reality is, there are three small children who cannot be left alone, and Jenny cannot choose to divert her time from them.

Almost half of Neeha’s waking hours are consumed by work and travel. She often thinks about upgrading her education, but she’s so tired when she gets home that even thinking about what to study seems daunting, let alone figuring out how to make it happen. She’s heard that even people with degrees and diplomas are having a hard time finding work, so she’s not sure it’s worth the investment. Truth be told, Neeha would rather spend any extra time on her art, but generally finds herself zoning out in front of the TV if she has 15 minutes to spare.


 
 
When the women return from the washroom, they stand behind Johnny and look at the chart he's made.

"It looks like I was wrong, Jenny," says Neeha. "You don't seem to have any free time at all. But do you really spend all that time on child development?"

"You mean, do I leave them to fend for themselves while I watch soaps?" The joke is mostly light-hearted. Neeha decides to let it slide.

"No, I mean, they must play by themselves sometimes. There must be some down time?"

"Neeha, I can see why you think that, but you haven't been around kids. I think some kids probably are easy, don't need much attention, but I don't know those kids. And we don't just sit around at home. I want to make sure they're ready for school. I take them out into the world, to the library, the community centre, the early year's centre, even the nursing home. We sing, we do crafts. I read to them and play with them. They are so young that they bite and hit if they start fighting over a toy - I can't leave them alone for a minute. Unless they're sleeping, I need to give them my focus. Remember, I'm with them 24-7 but I'm only claiming 8 hours a day for child development. If anything, I was lowballing."

Neeha has no reason to doubt her friend. She can't imagine spending that much time with small children. She wouldn't know what to do with them.

"But," Jenny continues, "I do have more flexibility than you, in some ways. I can decide when we're going to certain places, or stay home if we're tired. I can turn on the TV and take a break for 20 minutes. You have to go to work, no matter what, when they tell you, and be on time. That's hard."

Neeha appreciates her friend's effort to see her perspective.

"Well, I think we must be missing something, because there's no WAY I have 37 hours to spend!" complains Johnny.

"Well, we just did broad categories. But you've been studying for your certification - that's been using up a bunch of your time. Maybe you will find yourself with those hours now that you're done?" suggests Neeha.

"Maybe. I'll have to think about it. This can't be the whole story."

"It's definitely not," agrees Jenny, "But it's all we have time for. I need to catch the bus home."

"Don't be silly, I'll give you both a ride," offers Johnny.

"I'm staying downtone," says Neeha. "My shift starts at 5pm, so there's no point going home then back again."

The waitress approaches. "Will that be together or separate?"

"Together," says Johnny with his hand out. "Separate," from the other two at the same moment. An awkward silence ensures.

"Together," says Johnny firmly. He smiles at his friends. "You won't deny me. I want to buy lunch today."

As the three leave the restaurant, their feelings are mixed. The tension hasn't disappeared, but Jenny feels relief. They have talked about things today in a way that they haven't in far too long. They had some difficult moments, challenged each other, and even overcame hurt feelings. Jenny feels proud that they have come through it. Neeha isn't sure how she feels, but she knows that she does not want to lose these friends. Johnny stays quiet - today's discussions have left him with a number of thoughts to ponder.

As they say goodbye, Johnny, Jenny and Neeha feel glad that they are three good friends.

(Sorry about the formatting - Blogger kinda sucks that way. )