Dark satanic mills of Vaughn White painted cyclist memorial “RIP Bianca” 12/09/06 …very sad, but also... very, um (as my mother completed my sentence) very tacky. [my father had heard of this accident. Apparently… (details)] What have we done to this earth? How can God forgive this? What kind of legacy is this to leave our children? In a city where there were once churches on every corner, there are now car dealerships. Porche, Saturn, glow in the noise and gloom, reflecting on slushy dirty asphalt. Black Mercedes, grey machines crouch in garages and dark show rooms. “Fine cars”. Truck cabs block the sidewalk, idling. Where there was once the sound of running water, there is now the roar of combustion echoing on concrete. And when the water does run, it’s filled with salt and engine oil. Where birds once sang, now an airplane screams…invisible overhead. Where are the human people? All I see are bad decisions.
Indian single tear watches from billboard clichéd mockery.
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Police 2007
Well, here are Jon and me and about 15,000 quinquagenarian ska/reggae fans at the ACC on Thursday. My grandpa sweater and collared shirt helped us fit right in...
We were a little farther back this time, but it worked out... here's a 50-foot long Brontosaurus walking along the jumbotron during In Your Footsteps.
Hey there Mr. Dinosaur you really couldn't ask for more
You were God's favorite creature but you didn't have a future...
They say the meek shall inherit the earth
the requisite Message in a Bottle...
In Your Footsteps...We couldn't quite hit those high 'yayos'
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
The scoop on school
I now have a fairly clear idea of how my Fall is shaping up. The final word from the Grad Studies office was that my average is just too low to allow admission without a term of qualifying courses. But the good news is, 3 of those half credits will come from a senior essay which will basically be reading volumes of research related to my thesis, and putting the readings together into a paper at the end. I'll also take two other upper year undergrad ES courses, one on professional and scholarly practice in Human Geography, which again deals with research methods and ends with a proposal. And the last course is very exciting...Resource Management taught by Dr. Brent Doberstein. He has done research related to deforestation in Haiti and resultant flash floods at the Haitian/DR border. When I met with him this morning, he was keen to have me in his class, and he mentioned having employed two people as research assistants who are currently working in Haiti for MCC, Mary Lynn Steckley and her husband.
The really interesting thing is that Mary Lynn has a Masters in Geography, and a lot of experience doing field research under difficult conditions (previously in Indonesia), while her husband has a Masters in Poli Sci. Brent said that her husband often works as her research assistant when they go abroad, since she's the one with a background in the field.
One more plus is that I'll be paid as a full-time Grad RA!
So if I can maintain a term GPA of 80%, I'll be admitted officially and begin a TA in the Winter. In the meantime, I'll have ample time for research and preparing my thesis, and the added benefit of getting to broaden my academic background into sustainable development. Prof. Doberstein and his "international case study" approach to teaching resource management is something I'm really looking forward to.
The really interesting thing is that Mary Lynn has a Masters in Geography, and a lot of experience doing field research under difficult conditions (previously in Indonesia), while her husband has a Masters in Poli Sci. Brent said that her husband often works as her research assistant when they go abroad, since she's the one with a background in the field.
One more plus is that I'll be paid as a full-time Grad RA!
So if I can maintain a term GPA of 80%, I'll be admitted officially and begin a TA in the Winter. In the meantime, I'll have ample time for research and preparing my thesis, and the added benefit of getting to broaden my academic background into sustainable development. Prof. Doberstein and his "international case study" approach to teaching resource management is something I'm really looking forward to.
Saturday, September 8, 2007
Hope and Imagination
A lonely person's tools for survival
It's not often that I go into a card shop and leave with the feeling of actually having a new and valuable insight into what it means to be a man in love.
As I browsed through the card rack at Earthwinds yesterday, looking for a distinctive one to add flair to a gift I'd chosen (rather uncreatively) from Tim and Nat's registry, my eyes happened over this: (bold formatting added by me)
It's not often that I go into a card shop and leave with the feeling of actually having a new and valuable insight into what it means to be a man in love.
As I browsed through the card rack at Earthwinds yesterday, looking for a distinctive one to add flair to a gift I'd chosen (rather uncreatively) from Tim and Nat's registry, my eyes happened over this: (bold formatting added by me)
"My Husband is a man of character who understands commitment and does more than his share to make his family comfortable, safe, and secure.
I adore him.
My Partner is a man who is patient, optimistic, caring and wise.
His sense of humor and support hold me up when I can't do it myself.
I'm grateful for him.
My Best Friend is the only man with whom I can share my deepest secrets and know they will be safe."
The stack of cards with this message was sitting there alongside the rest of the Hallmark-esk pastels and creams. But, I liked it, and some part of me said, "I want to be like this," and "I want a partner who will say these things about me."
Something I realized last night, late last night, is that throughout my life, the most important and powerful motivator has been a hope to one day discover that true love which allows people to really develop their full humanity. I know that sounds a bit heavy, but that's OK because I think it's important. I never understood this, but without that underlying hope, the promise of a love worth living for, very little else holds meaning, at least for me at age 25.
Something I realized last night, late last night, is that throughout my life, the most important and powerful motivator has been a hope to one day discover that true love which allows people to really develop their full humanity. I know that sounds a bit heavy, but that's OK because I think it's important. I never understood this, but without that underlying hope, the promise of a love worth living for, very little else holds meaning, at least for me at age 25.
1 Corinthians 13
"If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor, and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing.
Sometimes I find it hard to muster the imagination to look beyond what might have been, and see what could be. I don't have a true love in my life right now, but I still have faith that I will find that love. So I better get out of bed; it's time for church...
Saturday, September 1, 2007
Things we take for granted
These five aspects of a functioning democracy stood out for me in the book I was reading tonight.
autonomous media
an active Parliament
powerful state governments
elected local councils
an independent election commission
...give power to the people over the people who rule over them. cool huh?
autonomous media
an active Parliament
powerful state governments
elected local councils
an independent election commission
...give power to the people over the people who rule over them. cool huh?
Friday, August 31, 2007
Rediscovering the library
Another nice thing about my day, was that after saying goodbyes at ARISE and leaving early to drop off equipment for Rockway's SR101 system, I was able to go back to campus and spend most of the afternoon in DP. Campus really feels like home again, which it hasn't for a while as I've been an academic hanger-on, 9 toes in industry and one at school.
After DP closed at 5, I biked to the WPL to see if they had a DVD of Guns Germs and Steel, which wasn't on loan but none of the library staff could find it. I settled for the book version instead, and another DVD called, TOTAL Yoga - Fluidity - Power - Grace. Apparently, it's from something called the Flow Water series. Looks good though.
After DP closed at 5, I biked to the WPL to see if they had a DVD of Guns Germs and Steel, which wasn't on loan but none of the library staff could find it. I settled for the book version instead, and another DVD called, TOTAL Yoga - Fluidity - Power - Grace. Apparently, it's from something called the Flow Water series. Looks good though.
Unbelievable Improbability
I don't usually think of myself as lucky. I almost never win prizes at raffles (which I think is most people's experience. It should be, or raffles wouldn't make any money, but I digress...)
This week has has left me feeling completely blessed and I just want to take time to write that down and be grateful. An hour ago I was hunched over my computer in the DP library drafting some emails, and I noticed a reminder to go see the registrar about some important thing to do for my grad school app. I quickly packed up my things and scurried over to Needles Hall, and who did I see coming through the doors of the foyer, but my Forecasting prof. from last Fall who I'd emailed for a reference without reply. Not only was I lucky enough to run into her completely at random, but she'd just got back yesterday from Brisbane and was leaving this evening for a week...AND she said she remembered me and was more than happy to give me a good reference! (smiley sigh)
The series of events starting with a 2 hour lunch with Sandra, Derek, (former ARISE guy) Richard, and a RE consultant from Montreal, leading to several productive meetings with my (soon to be official, hopefully :S) supervisor, and culminating yesterday with an agreement from [the aforementioned solar company] to fund a portion of my research, yes, it was very a fortunate series of events. Now to have three good references from two preferred profs and my boss....it's just really fantastic. I am so lucky.... now if only I had some good friends to celebrate with.
This week has has left me feeling completely blessed and I just want to take time to write that down and be grateful. An hour ago I was hunched over my computer in the DP library drafting some emails, and I noticed a reminder to go see the registrar about some important thing to do for my grad school app. I quickly packed up my things and scurried over to Needles Hall, and who did I see coming through the doors of the foyer, but my Forecasting prof. from last Fall who I'd emailed for a reference without reply. Not only was I lucky enough to run into her completely at random, but she'd just got back yesterday from Brisbane and was leaving this evening for a week...AND she said she remembered me and was more than happy to give me a good reference! (smiley sigh)
The series of events starting with a 2 hour lunch with Sandra, Derek, (former ARISE guy) Richard, and a RE consultant from Montreal, leading to several productive meetings with my (soon to be official, hopefully :S) supervisor, and culminating yesterday with an agreement from [the aforementioned solar company] to fund a portion of my research, yes, it was very a fortunate series of events. Now to have three good references from two preferred profs and my boss....it's just really fantastic. I am so lucky.... now if only I had some good friends to celebrate with.
Sunday, August 19, 2007
"People came to borrow your parents' boat"
Just continuing on my last entry...
Something just doesn't seem right when a Canadian citizen doesn't know what a canoe is. I don't know what to make of the fact that Max is choosing an AK47 to protect his family rather than simply living a less overtly materialist lifestyle. I'm sure the choice hasn't been presented to him, which is a failing of those of us who know a 'third way' and for whatever reason miss the chance to share it. He told me about the "way it is in India." Every family needs one boy who's "the bad boy." That's how people know not to mess with your family. Your oldest (boy) takes the family business, your second may excel academically, but one of them needs to be the gangster. Max's sentiment may be a shock response - not surprising - but it's the glib "get 'er done" attitude that worries me. It reminds me of this unfortunate poem.
http://www.bittersweetme.net/RussVaughn_Poetry.htm#p8
"We love our sheep, we Dogs of War." Those of us who drive regularly, eat meat beyond what the earth can sustain, fly unnecessarily, or otherwise use resources that necessitate foreign military intervention, are as much a party to violence as soldiers. To me, an incident like a home invasion would be cause for grief and reflection on something that's clearly broken in the social fabric of our neighbourhood...or MEGAcity, as the appliance salesman, former Mayor of Toronto, and original "Bad Boy", Mel Lastman used to call it. Sheesh...
I guess my point is simply that we can all do more at home to welcome immigrants and new Canadians into the culture and society that makes Canada appealing to those seeking refuge from conflict and violence. We don't want British-style ghettos that kindle terrorism; we don't want American-style income disparity that leaves gates and guns as preferred tools for personal security. (If we were talking about computer science, I think we'd call these brute force solutions.)
Speaking of Comp Sci, today is a very exciting one for me. I discovered that I passed my last course, which means I'll be graduating in October. So very exciting! :)
PS - Check out the new Black Car link in my friendly links... my house mate and I have been looking for a way to decommission the Honda by turning it into art. This looks like a great way to do it, and be part of something bigger at the same time.
Something just doesn't seem right when a Canadian citizen doesn't know what a canoe is. I don't know what to make of the fact that Max is choosing an AK47 to protect his family rather than simply living a less overtly materialist lifestyle. I'm sure the choice hasn't been presented to him, which is a failing of those of us who know a 'third way' and for whatever reason miss the chance to share it. He told me about the "way it is in India." Every family needs one boy who's "the bad boy." That's how people know not to mess with your family. Your oldest (boy) takes the family business, your second may excel academically, but one of them needs to be the gangster. Max's sentiment may be a shock response - not surprising - but it's the glib "get 'er done" attitude that worries me. It reminds me of this unfortunate poem.
http://www.bittersweetme.net/RussVaughn_Poetry.htm#p8
"We love our sheep, we Dogs of War." Those of us who drive regularly, eat meat beyond what the earth can sustain, fly unnecessarily, or otherwise use resources that necessitate foreign military intervention, are as much a party to violence as soldiers. To me, an incident like a home invasion would be cause for grief and reflection on something that's clearly broken in the social fabric of our neighbourhood...or MEGAcity, as the appliance salesman, former Mayor of Toronto, and original "Bad Boy", Mel Lastman used to call it. Sheesh...
I guess my point is simply that we can all do more at home to welcome immigrants and new Canadians into the culture and society that makes Canada appealing to those seeking refuge from conflict and violence. We don't want British-style ghettos that kindle terrorism; we don't want American-style income disparity that leaves gates and guns as preferred tools for personal security. (If we were talking about computer science, I think we'd call these brute force solutions.)
Speaking of Comp Sci, today is a very exciting one for me. I discovered that I passed my last course, which means I'll be graduating in October. So very exciting! :)
PS - Check out the new Black Car link in my friendly links... my house mate and I have been looking for a way to decommission the Honda by turning it into art. This looks like a great way to do it, and be part of something bigger at the same time.
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
A White Rabbit's Foot in the 'Borough
Anyone who knows me knows I wouldn't breathe a word of rumour about Scarborough's gang-related violence. Rumours perpetuate stereotypes, and cement norms, but... tonight I could hardly believe what my neighbour M'k told me after I walked over to his driveway to comment on how well his flowers looked despite the mid-August heat.
Max's home was invaded twice in June and July by a gang of youths who held his wife at gunpoint demanding money. Details came out so quickly, and surprisingly matter of factly - his glass door was smashed in and H'a his wife tricked the assailants into going to look for money in the garage while she locked doors and called the police. I felt like a thick miasmic fog had dropped over us as we stood there in the night air.
I'd just come down Markham Rd., from Scarborough Town Centre, watching the cars in the parking lot and remembering a decade ago, my sister and brother and I on our way to pick up a few last minute gifts on Christmas Eve Day. I'd driven past the former City Hall, feeling proud of its sweeping white architecture, dedicated by the Queen in 1979. Now the words of my friend Paul Charbonneau echoed in my mind about all the empty city halls in the GTA that came after the megacity formed...after amalgamation. A bit of an overstatement, but true in some ways.
All I could do while Max talked was listen, and offer optimistically that I hoped he would stay with his family in Scarborough because, "Scarborough needs good people, Max. Like you...and my parents." As he went on with his plans for preparedness, I looked down at the garden, and made the odd wilting comment about guns not being the answer, and taxes for social programs. I figured you can't talk to a man whose wife has just been held at gunpoint about the principles and values of restorative justice. At least I couldn't. Max's solution was an AK47. I'm not kidding, and he talked about India and other places, "Canada is worse!" I said, "well, you do have a beautiful garden."
"My garden is beautiful, my house is beautiful." "Your family." "My family is beautiful. But outside is garbage everywhere. India, Russia, it's everywhere...Canada is worse!" Try to picture Max speaking with a kind of glib intensity and an excitement in his voice, standing in his white prayer clothes on the porch step. He sounded like a man with a game plan - somehow intelligent, simple-minded, and business-like. His Lexus SUV was parked behind us on the patio brick driveway.
The final irony is that my parents had left the door open for two days when they flew to Victoria on Sunday to visit my brother's family. I suppose it's a miracle that in our family's 25 years in this neighbourhood, our home has never been broken into, let alone had a home invasion. I don't doubt that the little white, ten year-old Subarus in the driveway are probably a better security feature than Max's flashing anti-theft keypad.
Scarborough is not a comfortable place to be sometimes, but it's closer to the world than any probably any other city.
Max's home was invaded twice in June and July by a gang of youths who held his wife at gunpoint demanding money. Details came out so quickly, and surprisingly matter of factly - his glass door was smashed in and H'a his wife tricked the assailants into going to look for money in the garage while she locked doors and called the police. I felt like a thick miasmic fog had dropped over us as we stood there in the night air.
I'd just come down Markham Rd., from Scarborough Town Centre, watching the cars in the parking lot and remembering a decade ago, my sister and brother and I on our way to pick up a few last minute gifts on Christmas Eve Day. I'd driven past the former City Hall, feeling proud of its sweeping white architecture, dedicated by the Queen in 1979. Now the words of my friend Paul Charbonneau echoed in my mind about all the empty city halls in the GTA that came after the megacity formed...after amalgamation. A bit of an overstatement, but true in some ways.
All I could do while Max talked was listen, and offer optimistically that I hoped he would stay with his family in Scarborough because, "Scarborough needs good people, Max. Like you...and my parents." As he went on with his plans for preparedness, I looked down at the garden, and made the odd wilting comment about guns not being the answer, and taxes for social programs. I figured you can't talk to a man whose wife has just been held at gunpoint about the principles and values of restorative justice. At least I couldn't. Max's solution was an AK47. I'm not kidding, and he talked about India and other places, "Canada is worse!" I said, "well, you do have a beautiful garden."
"My garden is beautiful, my house is beautiful." "Your family." "My family is beautiful. But outside is garbage everywhere. India, Russia, it's everywhere...Canada is worse!" Try to picture Max speaking with a kind of glib intensity and an excitement in his voice, standing in his white prayer clothes on the porch step. He sounded like a man with a game plan - somehow intelligent, simple-minded, and business-like. His Lexus SUV was parked behind us on the patio brick driveway.
The final irony is that my parents had left the door open for two days when they flew to Victoria on Sunday to visit my brother's family. I suppose it's a miracle that in our family's 25 years in this neighbourhood, our home has never been broken into, let alone had a home invasion. I don't doubt that the little white, ten year-old Subarus in the driveway are probably a better security feature than Max's flashing anti-theft keypad.
Scarborough is not a comfortable place to be sometimes, but it's closer to the world than any probably any other city.
Throughout the city of Scarborough, apartment complexes cover the skyline, which have a wide range of prices. Scarborough is a city that is extremely multicultural which allows for great diversity in everything from stores restaurants and entertainment. The city offers a little bit of everything to everybody...it is easy to find a great place to live.
http://www.4torontoinfo.com/community/scarborough.asp
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Big City, Small Neighbourhood
Uptown Waterloo may be the centre of a city of 100,000 people, but it still feels like a neighbourhood. I like this about Uptown, and I guess it's not unusual for neighbourhoods that border on a university campus. St. George campus in Toronto feels the same way. You meet people! Yesterday on my bike going to work I met no fewer than 4 people who have some level of significance in my life.
First it was Mary-Lou Klassen, calling a greeting as we met going opposite ways in the bike lanes on Father David Bauer. Then, a minute later I recognized the slouching shoulders of Tim Corlis from behind as he walked along the gravel path in Waterloo Park. He was on his way to teach a class and tells me that he, Sara, and Claire, are leaving Waterloo so that he can begin a PhD at UBC in the Fall.
Then I encounted Will Winterfeld as I often do coming the other way on the path through North Campus.
Lastly, there was Richard Janzen, waiting at the lights at Bearinger Dr.
This is the great thing about a bikeable/walkable city...you meet people and have the choice to interact with them. Sure it's a little slower than a car, but I think the quality of life aspect far outweighs simple speed. Maybe I'm in the minority, but I would rather spend 25 minutes on a bike in the morning, getting my heart rate up in the fresh air of an uncongested city than 15 minutes in a car breathing filtered air in heavy traffic. (Blogger doesn't recognize "uncongested" as a word. I guess I really am in the minority... Like the Inuit with their words for snow, you think we'd have a few words for traffic jam.)
On the way home I saw Tierney and Steve from Grebel. I saw Leah coming home from work on my way to yoga. It turns out that my yoga instructor Andrew has a PACS minor from Grebel. Connections abound.... Then in the evening, my actual neighbour Mohrgan and I walked to the band shell at Waterloo Park for Neil Young, Live at Massey Hall 1971.
Somehow two days morphed into one there, but that gives you the idea. We live in a wonderful little city. Hopefully it'll hold its character as Waterloo becomes even more the hub of technology, leading research, international and peace studies. It'd be hard to find a better place to call home.
First it was Mary-Lou Klassen, calling a greeting as we met going opposite ways in the bike lanes on Father David Bauer. Then, a minute later I recognized the slouching shoulders of Tim Corlis from behind as he walked along the gravel path in Waterloo Park. He was on his way to teach a class and tells me that he, Sara, and Claire, are leaving Waterloo so that he can begin a PhD at UBC in the Fall.
Then I encounted Will Winterfeld as I often do coming the other way on the path through North Campus.
Lastly, there was Richard Janzen, waiting at the lights at Bearinger Dr.
This is the great thing about a bikeable/walkable city...you meet people and have the choice to interact with them. Sure it's a little slower than a car, but I think the quality of life aspect far outweighs simple speed. Maybe I'm in the minority, but I would rather spend 25 minutes on a bike in the morning, getting my heart rate up in the fresh air of an uncongested city than 15 minutes in a car breathing filtered air in heavy traffic. (Blogger doesn't recognize "uncongested" as a word. I guess I really am in the minority... Like the Inuit with their words for snow, you think we'd have a few words for traffic jam.)
On the way home I saw Tierney and Steve from Grebel. I saw Leah coming home from work on my way to yoga. It turns out that my yoga instructor Andrew has a PACS minor from Grebel. Connections abound.... Then in the evening, my actual neighbour Mohrgan and I walked to the band shell at Waterloo Park for Neil Young, Live at Massey Hall 1971.
Somehow two days morphed into one there, but that gives you the idea. We live in a wonderful little city. Hopefully it'll hold its character as Waterloo becomes even more the hub of technology, leading research, international and peace studies. It'd be hard to find a better place to call home.
Monday, July 23, 2007
Transition
I learned today that despite my best efforts to repair past relationships at ARISE, there won't be a position for me in the Fall after all.
I guess I have to accept that ARISE wasn't a great fit, though it was a very good one at times, and one that I felt, and still hope, will carry me into a field where I'll continue to find meaningful work. The projects I've been involved with at ARISE have surpassed what I imagined and hoped for when I started here 14 months ago. Working in downtown Toronto, with a community of capable, committed, volunteers who truly care for the earth. This is in many ways an ideal job... and I remember that, despite the sour note of losing my position at ARISE in the midst of the work going very well (strange irony). This isn't to say I haven't learned a lot and had some major growth in other areas of my life in that time. In a way, the end of my romantic relationship parallels the loss of my job. I can see things that done differently could've put me in a better position now...but I did what could as the person I was. It's funny how songs just pop into my head at the most appropriate times. "I did what I did..." says BB King.
Sometimes blogging feels a bit self-indulgent. I might spend this time studying, or out for an espresso with Matt and Mohrgan. But tonight things suddenly feel a lot more complex and I'm glad to take the time to reflect. Tonight, Mohrgan, Matt and I may read each others' blogs and sip espressos in virtual company...
I guess I have to accept that ARISE wasn't a great fit, though it was a very good one at times, and one that I felt, and still hope, will carry me into a field where I'll continue to find meaningful work. The projects I've been involved with at ARISE have surpassed what I imagined and hoped for when I started here 14 months ago. Working in downtown Toronto, with a community of capable, committed, volunteers who truly care for the earth. This is in many ways an ideal job... and I remember that, despite the sour note of losing my position at ARISE in the midst of the work going very well (strange irony). This isn't to say I haven't learned a lot and had some major growth in other areas of my life in that time. In a way, the end of my romantic relationship parallels the loss of my job. I can see things that done differently could've put me in a better position now...but I did what could as the person I was. It's funny how songs just pop into my head at the most appropriate times. "I did what I did..." says BB King.
Sometimes blogging feels a bit self-indulgent. I might spend this time studying, or out for an espresso with Matt and Mohrgan. But tonight things suddenly feel a lot more complex and I'm glad to take the time to reflect. Tonight, Mohrgan, Matt and I may read each others' blogs and sip espressos in virtual company...
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Environmentalist without a cause
Pulling into my driveway at 8:30 after another long day in Toronto selling and coordinating the selling of solar power systems, I feel strangely empty. What good is solar power without people to celebrate the fresh air and overall sense of global-responsibility with? As a salesperson, or even an industry rep, people are always on guard, even just a little. You can't relate to them on a conflict-free level, simply enjoying the process of making clean energy a reality in Ontario. There's nothing more disheartening than spending my Saturday evening with a customer in Etobicoke arguing over a calculator, and then to be told that I may as well be selling anything because ARISE is really just about making money without regard to the environment. And what can I respond? In some ways, it's true.
Saturday, July 14, 2007
Gliding along
I'm feeling very happy with the direction this WISE project is taking me. Just in the course of working through the challenges of implementing residential PV in a tight little urban neighbourhood has given me an excellent idea for a graduate thesis, looking at the feasibility of distributed micro-generation in urban retrofit applications. It even sounds like a plausible grad thesis! These community projects are the most successful current model for getting systems out there into the residential setting. But they're seriously lacking data to assess their efficacy in meeting Ontario's goal of narrowing the electricity supply/demand gap.
I think a thesis along these lines would score highly for relevance and researchability.
I haven't mentioned it yet in my blog, but one of the joys of working on the WISE is the residents I get to visit. They often have interesting insights into energy issues. I enjoy being invited into their homes and seeing the different ways people express themselves in the place they live. It's also a chance to hone my people skills.
The second resident I met with on Friday was ARISE's VP of Corporate Development, Steve V. After giving him the presentation, I mentioned the Nomad he purchased for his cottage last summer, and he came back with the comment that Africa could hold opportunities for our little solar-power systems. In fact, he has a niece working for an NGO in The Gambia.
Really...? How exciting to hear a senior executive at ARISE reflecting the vision for micro-solar in Africa that I've been working on for a year with the interest and support of West African partners.
And lastly, I'm continually crossing paths with prof. Chris Mills, who teaches in the UW Health Studies Dept, and is an active advocate for pedestrian-friendly urban planning. She rides a neat little belt-drive bicycle and runs a new music concert series out of her home. She offered Mathmatikos a spot to play in the Fall. Our first paid gig!
Now, onto the details of making all this happen...
I think a thesis along these lines would score highly for relevance and researchability.
I haven't mentioned it yet in my blog, but one of the joys of working on the WISE is the residents I get to visit. They often have interesting insights into energy issues. I enjoy being invited into their homes and seeing the different ways people express themselves in the place they live. It's also a chance to hone my people skills.
The second resident I met with on Friday was ARISE's VP of Corporate Development, Steve V. After giving him the presentation, I mentioned the Nomad he purchased for his cottage last summer, and he came back with the comment that Africa could hold opportunities for our little solar-power systems. In fact, he has a niece working for an NGO in The Gambia.
Really...? How exciting to hear a senior executive at ARISE reflecting the vision for micro-solar in Africa that I've been working on for a year with the interest and support of West African partners.
And lastly, I'm continually crossing paths with prof. Chris Mills, who teaches in the UW Health Studies Dept, and is an active advocate for pedestrian-friendly urban planning. She rides a neat little belt-drive bicycle and runs a new music concert series out of her home. She offered Mathmatikos a spot to play in the Fall. Our first paid gig!
Now, onto the details of making all this happen...
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Sand in the clay - sales and stewardship in a complex environment
Sometimes I wish I was more of an academic and could live away from the miriad conflicts of interest that exist for someone who makes a living selling a product on moral grounds instead of financial or other more tangible factors. Fortunately in solar, there's feel good and "coolness" factors as well to lighten things up a bit.
It's one thing to sell cars or insurance, but to mix selling with your core beliefs.... I used to think it was a beautiful marriage - sell something you believe in, you never have to overspin, you rarely have to compromise. And I think it can be done, but it's treading on dangerous ground when you start to mix ethics and selling. I think one solution is to make sure you're as technically competent as possible, and leave the ethical arguments to the David Suzuki's and Al Gores of the world.
This is a good reason to stay politically neutral in sales, but it's also a good reason to live below your means. As a champion of sustainable living, no one will point fingers at you for being in business just to make money if you live simply and know your stuff.
The overlaps can be good too. It's not a bad feeling to walk into a room of like-minded characters, (and everyone in this field is a bit of character), who hang out and talk about their day-jobs like it was a hobby. In the environmental field, you can do meaningful work and live your philosophies in very practical way. This is definitely something to be grateful for, even if it's tough to navigate.
The blog title comes from something I heard at the Green Neighbours 21 meeting yesterday in Toronto. Jeff, who's Program Director for Water Efficiency at the City, was telling a story about a woman who called him up concerned about her garden. She'd done a number of things to 'improve' the fertility of her clay soil, which wasn't yielding despite best efforts. She told him she'd tried to do the right thing, tilled and compost-fertilized etc. Then she acted on something she'd read about sand being porous and good for low-water plants. She poured a bed of sand on top of the clay and then planted. Jeff said with a wry smile, "What happens when you mix sand and clay...you get cement. "
When you're out of school and there's no right or wrong answers anymore, no black and white, it's hard to know whether you're making the difference you want to. I've thought about grad school and whether it would be better to pursue these goals in a more neutral, research-focused context. But I'm not ready to give up on sales yet. There's a core of people who have put a lot into the West Toronto initiative, and they're counting on ARISE to deliver. At least for the next few weeks, I'll be committed to building on their efforts and working on our collective belief that this is a means to a cleaner, more people-friendly environment.
It's one thing to sell cars or insurance, but to mix selling with your core beliefs.... I used to think it was a beautiful marriage - sell something you believe in, you never have to overspin, you rarely have to compromise. And I think it can be done, but it's treading on dangerous ground when you start to mix ethics and selling. I think one solution is to make sure you're as technically competent as possible, and leave the ethical arguments to the David Suzuki's and Al Gores of the world.
This is a good reason to stay politically neutral in sales, but it's also a good reason to live below your means. As a champion of sustainable living, no one will point fingers at you for being in business just to make money if you live simply and know your stuff.
The overlaps can be good too. It's not a bad feeling to walk into a room of like-minded characters, (and everyone in this field is a bit of character), who hang out and talk about their day-jobs like it was a hobby. In the environmental field, you can do meaningful work and live your philosophies in very practical way. This is definitely something to be grateful for, even if it's tough to navigate.
The blog title comes from something I heard at the Green Neighbours 21 meeting yesterday in Toronto. Jeff, who's Program Director for Water Efficiency at the City, was telling a story about a woman who called him up concerned about her garden. She'd done a number of things to 'improve' the fertility of her clay soil, which wasn't yielding despite best efforts. She told him she'd tried to do the right thing, tilled and compost-fertilized etc. Then she acted on something she'd read about sand being porous and good for low-water plants. She poured a bed of sand on top of the clay and then planted. Jeff said with a wry smile, "What happens when you mix sand and clay...you get cement. "
When you're out of school and there's no right or wrong answers anymore, no black and white, it's hard to know whether you're making the difference you want to. I've thought about grad school and whether it would be better to pursue these goals in a more neutral, research-focused context. But I'm not ready to give up on sales yet. There's a core of people who have put a lot into the West Toronto initiative, and they're counting on ARISE to deliver. At least for the next few weeks, I'll be committed to building on their efforts and working on our collective belief that this is a means to a cleaner, more people-friendly environment.
Monday, July 9, 2007
Caring for the earth and each other
I'm becoming aware of a much deeper connection between love of the earth and love for people, a connection that has been largely overlooked in my search for spiritual environmentalism to date. On Monday mornings, I do yoga and so I guess I'll have to wait to explore the topic in a later blog.
Monday, June 18, 2007
Customer #001
The first person to sign up for a PV system through our Toronto project was this guy - http://www.creativelx.com/
He returned my call from the set of the Much Music video awards where his lighting design company is taking down after yesterday's show.
He returned my call from the set of the Much Music video awards where his lighting design company is taking down after yesterday's show.
Saturday, June 16, 2007
the murky world of international business ethics
What do I do with Congolese would-be business partners who offer to fly me to Edmonton for a weekend to watch soccer, promise suitcases of money and cash deals, and drive Mercedes SUVs?
"Ted, you don't understand," says the Consular General with a patronizing smile, sitting across from me in a plain little office rented from the Canada Christian College at DVP and Eglinton. "If [the government ministers] like it, your problem won't be clearing customs...or any other bureaucracy, it will be to meet demand."
If there's anything I'm getting out of Out of Poverty, it's that the people you choose as business partners need to have a highly sophisticated ethical framework in order to get positive results on the ground.
Maybe I'm being too critical of the wrong things. I don't know.
"Ted, you don't understand," says the Consular General with a patronizing smile, sitting across from me in a plain little office rented from the Canada Christian College at DVP and Eglinton. "If [the government ministers] like it, your problem won't be clearing customs...or any other bureaucracy, it will be to meet demand."
If there's anything I'm getting out of Out of Poverty, it's that the people you choose as business partners need to have a highly sophisticated ethical framework in order to get positive results on the ground.
Maybe I'm being too critical of the wrong things. I don't know.
Sunday, June 10, 2007
tree planting with Claire and an attorney general
I think I'll try a stream of consciousness for this entry. Today's trip to St. Claire West village was so surreal, it seems appropriate. A timeline too, b/c every minute was full of meeting people, having conversations, adventures and fun!
8:45 - pick up bus tickets from the turnkey
9:45 - head to Waterloo Park for Circle of Creation outdoor service
10:14 - check cell phone and realize i still have time to catch 10:30 greyhound to Toronto
10:27 - pull into grt terminal, lock up my bike and board the bus
10:29 - catch the eye of a cute poli sci grad student from Montreal and have a good conversation about society's little "vices" - lawers, alcohol, stuffy post-protestantism, Eastern European politics...
12ish - walk out of the St. Claire West subway into glorious sunshine and call real estate agent Chris Chopik from EvolutionGreen for directions to the Strawberry and Asparagus Festival
losing track of time and finding myself in a utopian children's garden in conversation with Claire - a middle-aged professional gardener who reminds me of Mrs. Whatsit from Madeleine L'Engle's A Wrinkle in Time.
- meeting Chris and being introduced to to Michael Bryant, MPP for Downtown West Village and wearer of awesome brown hemp pants and a snazzy fair-trade cotton shirt he got from BC.
- talking to one of Bryant's aids, an Osgood Hall law student who's into all green social things
- meeting dozens of Torontonian environmentalists and eating Asparagus Dogs with organic strawberry smoothies and certified organic beef stew cooked in a solar oven
4:15 - tour of Chris' awesome green home with dual-flush toilets and bookshelves full of liberalist-envrionmentalist books, like The Everyday Activist, 100-Mile Diet, and The Literary Companion to Sex (I hope I can say that, I mean we're all open-minded here right?)
8:30 - spotting friend from UW Math, and riding home "critical mass" style with only smiles and politeness from passing drivers. except for one strange dude in a pick-up truck who yelled "sexy" at us from across the street. No idea what that was about...(?)
Overall, a very rich and memorable day. (Hopefully Michael's aid sends me the pictures and I'll post them here later)
8:45 - pick up bus tickets from the turnkey
9:45 - head to Waterloo Park for Circle of Creation outdoor service
10:14 - check cell phone and realize i still have time to catch 10:30 greyhound to Toronto
10:27 - pull into grt terminal, lock up my bike and board the bus
10:29 - catch the eye of a cute poli sci grad student from Montreal and have a good conversation about society's little "vices" - lawers, alcohol, stuffy post-protestantism, Eastern European politics...
12ish - walk out of the St. Claire West subway into glorious sunshine and call real estate agent Chris Chopik from EvolutionGreen for directions to the Strawberry and Asparagus Festival
losing track of time and finding myself in a utopian children's garden in conversation with Claire - a middle-aged professional gardener who reminds me of Mrs. Whatsit from Madeleine L'Engle's A Wrinkle in Time.
- meeting Chris and being introduced to to Michael Bryant, MPP for Downtown West Village and wearer of awesome brown hemp pants and a snazzy fair-trade cotton shirt he got from BC.
- talking to one of Bryant's aids, an Osgood Hall law student who's into all green social things
- meeting dozens of Torontonian environmentalists and eating Asparagus Dogs with organic strawberry smoothies and certified organic beef stew cooked in a solar oven
4:15 - tour of Chris' awesome green home with dual-flush toilets and bookshelves full of liberalist-envrionmentalist books, like The Everyday Activist, 100-Mile Diet, and The Literary Companion to Sex (I hope I can say that, I mean we're all open-minded here right?)
8:30 - spotting friend from UW Math, and riding home "critical mass" style with only smiles and politeness from passing drivers. except for one strange dude in a pick-up truck who yelled "sexy" at us from across the street. No idea what that was about...(?)
Overall, a very rich and memorable day. (Hopefully Michael's aid sends me the pictures and I'll post them here later)
Saturday, June 9, 2007
learning to read Out of Poverty
A friend recently recommended John Stackhouse's Out of Poverty And Into Something More Comfortable to me. Reading it reminds me how tough it is to take real knowledge, not just opinions, from a narrative about global issues. After years in the field as a writer, Stackhouse is of the mindset that big, overly-ambitious, top-level aid is less effective than supporting grassroots micro-initiatives - a mindset that I'm inclined to strongly agree with. Policy-makers, and those who influence them, may control vast flows of a kind of resource, money or food, but no one in a seat of power has more influence over human ingenuity than small people working together in their area of understanding. Small people delivering on good ideas have always had the biggest impact. (Sometimes small people find themselves in big positions.)
And yet at the same time, the statistician in me asks what truth am I finding in these pages? When you read a book like this, you're not just reading the ideas of one person and his friends, editors, and publisher. At least I hope not. I think you're reading this book because hundreds of small but knowledgeable people in the academic and international development field have read this book too and given it their approval to shape the minds of small, less knowledgeable people like me about how development works. I'm reading stories that have been tested in a peer-review process, and then by thousands of readers with whom this book resonates. So I guess I can relax and just enjoy the stories, comfortable with a medium where there are few figures and quantifiable data.
If there's one thing I feel comfortable taking from this book, it's that no matter how small and insignificant a person may be perceived to be, we're still in a position of great power in the world we move.
Thursday, June 7, 2007
Public tenders, ashtanga in the park, and music in the street
Today I found an email in my inbox at ARISE from the West Toronto Initiative for Solar Energy (WISE). We've been chosen by the WISE steering committee to deliver between 50 and 100 residential solar power systems to residents of High Park. ARISE is on a hiring spree this week, and my new co-worker Paul had the following response when I told him I was on my way to Yoga in the park after work. "Cycling is my yoga."
This could be the start of a beautiful friendship...
Yoga was fantastic, in the sun with a warm furious breeze shaking the trees around us. We relaxed and stretched on a grassy hill overlooking a game of cricket. Our instructor Andrew had even brought an extra yoga mat for someone who didn't show up, which he sold to me for $15. At the end of the class, Andrew gave us a little more insight into Yoga philosophy than his usual "inhale/exhale, smile at the sun". Something he said about the inside Yoga teacher and the outside Yoga teacher struck a chord with me and I stayed after for a little while to chat. I felt a connection to him and some of the ideas that underly this kind of meditation.
Then on the way home, I recognized Jon Arnold and Matt standing in the back of a red pick-up, each with an elbow on a piano that they were steadying as we rounded the corner onto Erb. Jon sat on the wall of the flatbed and played when we waited for the light to turn. Back at Roslin, Matt's friend helped us set it down by the curb and we played for the neighbours.
Just one of those memorable days when you feel like things are coming together for the better.
Ted
This could be the start of a beautiful friendship...
Yoga was fantastic, in the sun with a warm furious breeze shaking the trees around us. We relaxed and stretched on a grassy hill overlooking a game of cricket. Our instructor Andrew had even brought an extra yoga mat for someone who didn't show up, which he sold to me for $15. At the end of the class, Andrew gave us a little more insight into Yoga philosophy than his usual "inhale/exhale, smile at the sun". Something he said about the inside Yoga teacher and the outside Yoga teacher struck a chord with me and I stayed after for a little while to chat. I felt a connection to him and some of the ideas that underly this kind of meditation.
Then on the way home, I recognized Jon Arnold and Matt standing in the back of a red pick-up, each with an elbow on a piano that they were steadying as we rounded the corner onto Erb. Jon sat on the wall of the flatbed and played when we waited for the light to turn. Back at Roslin, Matt's friend helped us set it down by the curb and we played for the neighbours.
Just one of those memorable days when you feel like things are coming together for the better.
Ted
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