In this post I briefly mentioned a conversation I had with one American guy on my travels; a nice, smart and well-spoken guy who was taking a short holiday in Europe in-between military training activities. A friend reading the post picked up on the casual mention of this conversation and asked me the following question in the comments:

Hey Susi, why don’t (or didn’t) you believe in a human’s inherent right to life? Just curious.

When I started this reply I was going to put it as a comment following his, but then it got longer and longer and I realised that perhaps it should be a post of its own. I was reluctant to make it one because there are a ton of other “real” posts I have been intending on completing, and because this is a highly personal topic. I’m very opinionated but at the same time I don’t want it to seem as if I’m trying to convert others to my point of view. You can take it or leave it or turn it into a paper crane to hang up from your ceiling. To be honest it does bother me that I could hurt someone’s feelings by saying what I say, what I hope is that this is only short-lived and can be put into perspective. Of course if anyone finds what I have said off-base or cruel or stupid, you can tell me personally or in the comments.

Why did I make it a post if I was really so worried it would be offensive? Well mainly because I did want to leave it in the comments section as a public answer to his question, yet at the same time I was suspicious of my desire to leave it there in this old post that people who usually read my blog probably wouldn’t see again. It indicated to me that I cared enough about this question to want to deal with it openly, yet also felt like I needed to hide it by burying it somewhere where people who know me wouldn’t find it. Totally disingenuous. Read the rest of this entry »

My life is pretty simple, no scratch that, completely simple these days. I have a low-wage job that I carry out on weekdays. I have some fun things that I can do in my free time, such as going to the beach to surf or marvel at the sunset and the zooming kitesurfers; and watching crime shows and the tribulations of the US presidential election nominees. I have time aplenty to miaow to the cats and act stupid with the dog, and what’s more to hug them lots too. I do get bored on occasion, a little more brain food would be great. For the most part I really appreciate having the time and space to indulge in the pleasures of home and family.

Cooking is one such pleasure of home that I have taken to in recent times. The first trigger came a little over a month ago when I first proposed to my mum that we make one night a week expressly “vegetarian night”. The first reason for doing so was that I felt like we had got into a routine of a steady, daily diet of meat and in the interest of health wanted to mix it up further. Coming a not-too-distant second as a reason was that I’d had a curiosity and interest in vegetarian cooking lying dormant inside me for a fair while already. I wanted to find out more about how to make tasty vegetarian food because I’ve tended to assume that the tastiness of food derives primarily from meat. Easy umami! Vegetables were simply the supporting cast necessary to lovingly cradle and thereby showcase their protein superstar. However I don’t like it whenever I start to see some aspect of living in such limited terms, so a rebound away from the worship of meat was something of an inevitability. Knowing that maintaining livestock places a large demand on the environment as well provided a third reason for reducing our reliance on meat. Read the rest of this entry »

The preceding post “Making a difference” was written by my very first guest blogger, my mum. I will post my related contribution shortly (either tonight or tomorrow), but now I have to go read it myself :)

Recently our household has adopted a scheme to help alleviate the global food crisis and world poverty in general. Delusions of grandeur? Maybe, but it makes sense on a number of levels. As the family theorist and hobby economist, it’s my job to explain (or justify, or rationalise) this project in a way that might make sense to more sensible people than me.

Here is how it works. Susan cooks a non-meat dinner at least once a week and I give her $15 which she saves until she has US$25 to lend to a small business entrepreneur in a less developed country. I believe she will explain the lending process in her own post.

On the most basic level, this is to my advantage because I don’t have to cook that meal. I also know that it is going to taste good because, hey it’s Susan cooking and she is not going to just open a few cans or fire up the microwave. We get a gourmet meal for my $15!

Next, eating less meat may extend my lifespan and will definitely make me feel healthier.

Continuing on a personal level, this scheme motivates Susan to cook because if she doesn’t, someone, somewhere will miss out on a chance to improve their life. If you know Susan, you know what a powerful incentive I have found to ensure I get fed.

On to the economics of it all. Meat takes a lot more land and energy to produce than vegetables and grains so if we all ate less meat more people would be able to eat. I guess by now most people are aware that we are in a global food crisis. In part that is because of biofuels but it is mainly because some of us consume far more of everything than we rightly deserve. When we consume less we are reducing demand by a tiny little bit and therefore price by an even tinier little bit. No matter that it’s such a tiny bit..that’s how economics works. Price is determined by aggregate supply and aggregate demand.

Back to the personal level. Just being responsible for a little bit of the reduction in aggregate demand is not very satisfying. After all, I could probably achieve just as much by going on a diet or giving up driving to the gym. This is where the second part of the scheme comes in. We contribute the amount we save on meat to an organisation which coordinates the provision of microfinance. Now that could be boring but Kiva enables lenders to read about the entrepreneurs and choose who to lend to. It is fun reading about other people’s plans and aspirations and Kiva also lets us read about other lenders. There is also a cool counter with geeky information like how much money has been lent this week and how long it has taken to fund loans.

Microfinance is not just a feel-good thing. It makes a lot of sense economically. The basic factors of production are land, labour and capital. People in less developed countries often have little land to work with and are already working very hard. What they lack is capital and a little more capital can often greatly increase their productivity. If I didn’t have a car I would have to walk 20km to work in the morning and another 20km back home in the evening. That would not leave me much time to work and earn money to support my family. The first person we lent money to wanted to buy more stock for her convenience store in Peru, and the next was part of a group of women in Cambodia who needed to buy seed and fertiliser. By forgoing a little consumption in NZ, we can increase investment and productivity somewhere else even though the sums involved are too small to be of interest in the world of macroeconomics. The genius of Kiva is that it aggregates the contributions of different lenders until there is enough money to fund the entire loan and then passes the money on to a partner organisation who distributes the money and collects the repayments. There is no way we could do any of this ourselves.

It’s not that hard to start to make a difference, eh?

I tried the paint the situation honestly trick on one occasion when I was in Venice. I had been gazing through the large shopfront window of a beautiful paper and stationery store when the owner caught my eyes and gave me a smile. Naturally, I smiled back. He then starts waving his hand at me… me being at my core an Asian girl believe that he is waving to be friendly so I just smile again. Then I see him sort of bobbing his head and using his waving hand to gesture inwards, and click that more than being friendly he’s engaging me and asking me to come inside. Ahh, this is a salesman tactic, I think, he’s trying to lure me in ’cause he knows his fancy stationery will be even harder to resist from the inside. I went in anyway, curious about how he was going to continue proceedings.

Typical enough start. Where was I from? Was I travelling alone? What was my name? All routine questions I’d answered hundreds of times previously. What came next was the surprising twist. “I am an artist… I’d like to draw you naked… No sex. I just want to draw you naked.” Read the rest of this entry »

What I still wonder about

My remaining questions about the case studies seem to boil down to the question of whether I could have done more.

  • Should I and could I have used more physical force against the Korean man in #1?

Although I was genuinely interested in getting him off me I didn’t go so far as attacking him. Instead my self-defense involved twisting my torso away, wriggling in some attempt to shake him off, and using my free left arm to alternately try to loosen one of the two hands that were gripping my right arm and to push against him to get space. Read the rest of this entry »

The first part of this discussion will look at what I learnt from these three experiences, while the second (the next post) will point out the weak spots that still give me pause for thought.

What I learnt

Don’t shrug off strange behaviour

What immediately strikes me when I review the first two case studies is that I clearly set myself up for both messes. I voluntarily interacted with these two guys for quite a long time. Even when they started to act strangely - as if it was equivocal whether he was from Japan or Korea in #1, and checking up on me repeatedly as I was walking through town in #2 - I kept engaging them.

Why?

I put it down to three things: naivete, openness and the desire to trust. Read the rest of this entry »

Murmeli!! 

Case study #3: Teen or barely out of that bracket young dude on empty main road running through the Swiss National Park, April 2007

I had completed a solitary hike on one of the smaller circuits in the Swiss National Park and was feeling fantastic. The weather was fine and the sky was a very pale blue with light filtering through in thousands and thousands of pinpoint streams. It wasn’t just the weather that was making me feel good, I was proud that I had convinced myself to continue on with the hike after I had encountered an information board 10 minutes in helpfully teaching me about bears, wolves and mountain cats. The first two were extremely unlikely to appear, the third was apparently a reality but also a reality more shy than ferocious. So……. in actuality there was no big threat, it’s more that on the off chance something did happen I knew I wouldn’t know what to do. My physical presence is scary to neither humans nor animals. Therefore it was an achievement that I had plucked on through despite my insecurity about accidentally getting myself into a throwdown with an annoyed animal.

See another reason why I was so happy about my hike was because I had gotten sooooooo close to the murmeli (see the picture above or scroll down to near the bottom of this page here:) x a million! However um…. murmeli usually make warning calls and run away when they feel/hear the rumbling of the feet of approaching intruders. I was crouching on the ground talking to them (mostly along the lines of “Oh I’m so happy you’re letting me be here with you! Thank you! Ooi! Oh I’m so happy, thank you!” Ahem. Ergo, even the murmeli didn’t consider me a threat. I’m so much bigger than them… sigh.     

One stretch of road runs through the Swiss National Park. Bus stops line it on either side at regular and well-spaced intervals, in many cases though the entry and exit for a track will not sit right beside a bus stop, you may have to walk for 20 minutes along the road to get to one. Also interspersed with these roadside landmarks are some carpark areas. Read the rest of this entry »

At the beginning of last week I commenced a four-hours-a-day, two-week circus course provided by the Polytechnic here in Christchurch. A catalogue of the skills that we learnt, or at least tried to learn depending on our own individual strengths and weaknesses, includes:

  • Unicycling
  • Stilt-walking
  • Partner acrobatics
  • Tricks on the trapeze (i.e. not flying trapeze)
  • Juggling
  • Rolabola
  • Trampolining
  • Tightrope-walking
  • Rope climbing & tricks
  • Diabolo
  • Globe-walking
  • Plate-spinning

It’s been one of the best things I’ve ever taken part in. From an athletic point of view, an artistic freedom point of view, a social point of view. Read the rest of this entry »

Case study#2: Twenty-something Malagasy guy in rundown cafe in Antananarivo, January 2004

I was sitting in a nice restaurant in Tana one evening having dinner with the head of the non-governmental organisation (NGO) I was working as a volunteer with. He took me out to dinner on a few occasions as he enjoyed the company and conversation, and probably also enjoyed the opportunity to be indulgent to someone. During one of the stories that the NGO head was telling I scanned the room behind him with my eyes, just… I dunno, I wasn’t bored but I was just suddenly curious about the other characters who were making up the scene in this fancy place. As I did so my eyes fell on this one guy who was sitting at the end of a long table of happy, laughing diners, who consisted partly of members from Madagascar’s most internationally-noted musical group at that time. He was looking my way as well and smiled. I smiled back.

Later in the evening I went to the toilets, there was just a one-person room for use by men and women, and when I came out saw him waiting outside the door. He gave me a nice Hi, which I reciprocated as I headed down the stairs back to the table. About 40 minutes later I made a second trip to the toilets, and lo and behold he was behind the door the second time I came out as well. Only this time he followed his Hi with asking me if I’d like to do something with him the next day. Read the rest of this entry »