when the status quo frustrates.

I Promised, I Swore that I wasn’t gonna blog until my novel was Done, D-U-N DONE.

Monday, January 12th, 2009

But I lied, because I just can’t resist this. A while back, I wrote a post about True Blood, the new HBO series based on Charlaine Harris’s Southern Vampire books, plus a little bit about that explosively popular semi-new genre urban fantasy. (Twilight, anyone? ::snork!::) I mentioned one of my favorite urban fantasy authors, Carrie Vaughn (who is also represented in my blogroll)–I don’t just love her writing because her book titles are so droll, seriously. And one of her latest blog posts is too irresistible to pass up.

It’s called “Carrie’s Analysis of Urban Fantasy Part II: When Things Go Wrong” . So really I should entitle this post, “Lisa’s Analysis of Carrie’s Analysis of Urban Fantasy etc” but that’s too long even for my long-winded, 50+ word-sentence-loving self. So, see below for my takes, and feel free to share your own if you’ve got ‘em!

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How Do We Make the World a Better Place?

Saturday, January 10th, 2009

Be forewarned: this is somewhat meandering. If “brain diarrhea” really irritates you; kindly don’t read (and subsequently don’t comment that you hate meandering posts). I’m looking for a dialogue.

As I mentioned in one of my posts, I think sometimes activists worry about making a real difference in the world. There’s writing letters, and calling our friends and families on some of their behavior, and if we can spare it, maybe a few dollars to worthy organizations. But sometimes I wonder; does this behavior actually DO anything?

I thought of a friend-of-a-friend I know, that collects donations, and with that money she makes school sets that she sends to a church in Armenia. It’s not terribly expensive stuff; notebooks, pencils, erasers, tissues; but it has a real impact in the quality of education of the students. Every week, she takes her donations collected, buys the materials, and makes little “school boxes” to send away.

But the thing is; these donations don’t last long. The stuff gets used, broken, and stolen. There’s always more that needs to be sent. So what good does it do?

Then I thought after that; what good did the tissues in my school do? Those we went through too, and needed to be replaced all the time as well. What good they did was kept people who went to school with the sniffles from distracting other students and kept other kids from being sick. It’s not that the donations are good because they are permanent; it’s just the donations are more useful if they’re consistent.*

So, for this post, I was thinking it would be a nice idea of Punkassers could make a resolution this year to donate at least once a month to whatever organization floated your boat. This donation could be time, money, or the extra set of pens in the buy-one-get-one sale. The point of this resolution is not to break the bank; but rather make the world that slightly better place in a real, tangible way. Ideas of how to tackle any particular problem would be welcome in the comments, and stories of volunteering are also welcome.

As for myself, I was thinking about small, cheap donations that would cause immediate, real-world help. And I found myself thinking about textile industries across the world, and how many don’t have even basic safety standards, and people have a lot of respiratory problems because of it. I keep thinking the best way to fix that would be to boycott countries that don’t have US-health standards, and to apply pressure for the US to not trade with these countries, but the problem with those solutions are 1) they’re incredibly long term 2) probably not going to actually help anything and 3) come with the problem of putting poverty-level workers out of a job. But if we donated safety equipment, then it helps alleviate some of the problems right now. What does everyone think of trying to set up Dust Mask donations for workers? These are cheap masks, but their ability to reduce respiratory problems is quite high. A few problems I can think of off the bat are a) finding a company that would take them, or someone to distribute them to b) finding a company that would allow it and c) I have no idea how to start a non-profit. Ideas?

*eHow.com has some good advice on how to donate to schools in your area, if that is what you’re inspired to do.

Not in our name

Saturday, January 10th, 2009

Last Wednesday, eight Jewish Canadian and Israeli women occupied the Israeli consulate in Toronto to protest the ongoing atrocities in Gaza. They were arrested and held for an hour (rather reluctantly on the part of the cops, I’m told) and then released without charges.

Today I found out that they’d taped it (one of the women is a filmmaker) and posted it to YouTube:

I’ve been protesting outside of that consulate for years now, though not as often recently because of my schedule. A lot of these women have been fighting even longer, through massacres and ceasefires and intifadas and periods of peace that weren’t really peaceful. But there’s something about this particular action that I find particularly compelling—its spontaneity, its creativity, the simple and effective statement that it makes—and apparently I’m not the only one, because they’ve received messages of support from all over the world.

I often feel like I’m repeating myself, saying: “I’m a Jewish woman. I don’t agree with what Israel is doing to the people of Palestine.” I forget sometimes that it’s still in some ways a necessary and even radical statement to make, to draw the line between Jew and Zionist (and Israeli and Zionist), to draw the line between ethnic identity and human solidarity and community. To state explicitly that Palestine, and other struggles, is a feminist issue.

And I salute these women for reminding me of that.

Doesn’t Israel have a right to defend itself?

Monday, January 5th, 2009

No.

Nations don’t have rights. Sorry.

I will not dance to your war drum

Saturday, January 3rd, 2009

So I’ve been gone awhile. Work managed to swallow my life, and it’s a long story, but…I will be back in due time.

But I’m back today to break my silence, because today Israeli tanks entered Gaza after air strikes that killed 400 or so people just weren’t enough.

Across the world, people protested. Here’s Toronto’s demo:

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It went on much longer than this: thousands and thousands of people. But it isn’t enough.

This is what’s happening. Right now. And while a little over half of Israelis support what their government is doing, only 19% think that a ground invasion is a good idea.

We, here in the West, are complicit. Canada was the first country to refuse to recognize the results of the Palestinian election, after all, the first to cut aid in 2006. And the U.S., of course, largely funds the weapons currently raining down on the people of Gaza. We perpetuate this horror, or, rather, our governments do, and I don’t know any course of sane action beyond taking to the streets and screaming at them until they stop.

Suheir Hammad:

To Mrs. Hubby’s Grandma

Friday, January 2nd, 2009

Hubby’s grandmother died last week. Late one night, Hubby’s grandmother put herself on a breathing machine (something she had been resisting), called her family to her, they all came, said their good-byes, and then she took herself off the breathing machine and died about 2 hours later. She went as peacefully as she could, under the circumstances, and this was a long time coming, as she has been in and out of the hospital for years now. Still, it was a very emotional, trying time for everyone involved. Between her death and the funeral, I’ve just found it hard to muster up the will to want to write too much about anything. As someone who doesn’t believe in any sort of afterlife, funerals are hard for me, because I can’t say any of the stock phrases: I don’t believe “she’s in a better place” or that “she’s with god now”. I believe she’s just dead. The closest I can come to a comforting phrase is “She lived a rich, full, life, with many people who loved and cared about her and she will be missed”.

I didn’t know Mrs. Hubby’s Grandma very well, but she was always a very sweet lady to me, and Hubby was pretty close to her. I learned that she had been a huge advocate for renter’s rights, back in her day, and had helped more than one tenant stay in a place. She lived through the Great Depression, World War II, and had 5 boys and a girl, and more grandkids and great-grandkids than I can count, all raised to be decent human beings. She was married for more than 60 years, which I can’t even imagine at this point in my life.

She did live a rich life, and I can only hope that everyone else could have a life as full as hers.

How Cheesy and Predictable of Me!

Thursday, January 1st, 2009

But I can’t seem to stop myself, so here goes:

LISA’S NEW YEAR’S RESOLUTIONS:

1. Re-start my workout schedule. Up until last year, I worked out regularly, as in, not just every week but generally every other day. Last year, I think I worked out three or four times a month if I was lucky. No more! Starting next week, I’m back at the gym AT LEAST twice a week. I figure I can’t possibly blow twice a week, so once I’ve managed to achieve that low standard for the month of January, I can crank it up higher.

2. Finish my novel and two short stories by the end of January. The novel is up to about 60,000 words, with an estimated completion total of 80,000 words. However, it is really almost enough done for me to start sending out query letters, synopses and/or the first three chapters to literary agents who are looking for new writers (I have a nice list already!). I have two additional short stories I have already written that are out circulating amongst various magazines, but I don’t expect to hear anything back about them til February at the earliest.

3. Repair the drywall in the downstairs bathroom, put together my two new bookshelves and shelve all my books. Hopefully sooner than just “sometime before December 31, 2009.”

Those are mine…anybody else want to share?

Starting the New Year’s off right with vodka-fueled hope.

Thursday, January 1st, 2009

So I had my normal uneventful new year’s which generally ends with me reflecting that, although the evening did not end how I wanted it to, at least tomorrow my sheets will still be freshly washed and my bedroom still clean. Part of the reason I haven’t been more aggressive about closing in on my target is that he’s just so gosh-darned more attractive than I am, so of course I feel that he is way out of my league. I am, as far as I can tell, hideous. And I’ve been meaning to blog more anyway. Unrelated statements? Not so much, thanks to Penny Arcade:

I’m sure it was meant to be grim, but for some reason that story about videogame characters giving men self-esteem issues as well had us in stitches. Part of it may be that we delight in terrible realities, our receptors for joy and despair being reversed…

“That story” refers to this article about how men and women rate their own bodies as less attractive after playing video games featuring, quoteunquote, extreme body types.

Richard Harris, (author of the research) said that his research shows that simply viewing the attractive game character for 15 minutes can negatively impact the player’s image of their own looks and body.

Judging from most of the gamers I hang out with, this is not yet a crises of our time: even the one who uses pro-anorexia sites as porn has yet to feel bad enough about his own appearance as to start caring about it. But it is interesting to see how quickly viewing completely fucked-up standards of sexy will start to fuck with your worldview, even if only in the short term. It’s also interesting – and probably more than a little telling – that given a situation with equally ridiculous standards (which aren’t even supposed to be standards) for both genders, each will respond with the self-doubt that is so necessary to selling both deodorant tampons and Axe products. Maybe it’s the 6 hours worth of chocolate martinis running through my system, but I actually find this heartening. It’s well known throughout the feminist blogosphere and beyond that no social problem actually matters until men care about it; that’s why the statement “if men could get pregnant, abortion would be a sacrament” is witty. Now that we finally have a venue where men and women both are made to feel poorly over the same stupid shit, maybe 2009 is the year everyone realizes that sticking a set of airbrushed boobs on every advertisement is kind of silly, we admit that we were foolish for letting it go on for so long as to saturate our collective ideals about what is attractive, ordinary non-feminist type people begin to understand what is meant by the ‘second sex’, and we move away from that shit. Everyone would begin to relax and we could have reasonable public discussions about the so-called women’s issues tha.

On the other hand, it’s probably the six hours worth of chocolate martinis.