The debate surrounding bio-fuels has fascinated me for a while.
Bio-fuels are diesel, and other liquid carbon based fuels made from plant products. They are toted as being the replacement for gasoline. Supposedly they will use the leftover parts of plants and make our fuels from them. We will then be using a renewable resource, instead of gasoline, which will eventually run out.
There is a problem though. Currently, the only part of a plant we can make into a fuel is the part that is of food value to humans, or farm animals. So we are stealing from our own mouths to feed our car.
Forests are a renewable source of energy, among other things. We see what has happened to them. Instead of farming them so they could sustain us for generations we have mined them like we mine our gasoline deposits.
Farming practices are not renowned for their sustainable methods. Salinization, and loss of topsoil leach the value of over farmed soil. Is it truly sustainable to mine our soil thru bio-fuels? Is that really the best way to fill our energy hungry world? The point of bio-fuel is to step towards sustainability, not play the punch a mole game. You know the game where you whack the mole who sticks his head up, and then he pops up in another place.
On the other side is the undeniable fact that the United Arab Emirates, with the highest deposits of oil in the world, will run out in 80 years. Even the UAE has seen reason to start building solar buildings. Their whole economy is centered on gasoline prices, and they know that they have to find another source of power. Whole districts of Abu’ Dhabi are off the grid, and instead on solar, and other sustainable power sources.
Bio-fuels have many problems. But as they are developed they are starting to show promise. Recent discoveries on possible soy-diesel show a way to use soy that won’t steal from our food chain to feed our cars.
Due to government initiatives on Ethanol the industry has grown enormously. They still do steal for the human food chain to power our car, but they have significantly reduced the ratio. And now they are finding a way of producing a by-product that is actually refined corn. Part of the corn goes to the car, and part goes to our food chain.
At the end of the day, I support the bio-fuels industry. Not because of all the good it has done already. And most definitely not for the farming practices that it encourages. But because with time and money it shows the most promise. Personally I like the level of sophistication we’ve developed, and I’d like my children to be able to live in a world of cheap energy. There are going to be times when development is rocky. But the bottom line is that I believe in alternative energy, no matter the rocky times.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
The Benevolent Dictator
I have long been a supporter of the idea of a benevolent dictator. Benevolent is a very subjective word. And sometimes the benevolence of the dictator only shows in certain areas, and the term is only applied long after the person has left office, as the fruits of some of their labor come to fruition.
Ibrahim Babangida was the dictator, and “President for Life” of Nigeria from 1985 until 1993. He came into office saying he would address the Human Rights abuses. Nicknamed the “Evil Genius”, the list of abuses perpetrated at his hand is only vaguely known. It is pure irony to see that he lead the coup in 1985 on the basis of investigating the Human Rights Violations.
Babangida instead joins my short list of benevolent dictators based on his economic reform. When he came into office the Nira, the Nigeria Currency was exchanged at a rate the government set. A rate that bore no resemblance to the black market trading that was booming. The International Monetary Fund insisted on some changes, very gradual, if Babangida wanted to continue with the nice interest rates on National Debts and other things. Babangida was not going to take orders from anyone, let alone from the IMF. He set instead a very swift and broad set of reforms for the Nigerian people. Many price controls were lifted. Government owned businesses were privatized. The Nigerian people laughed, and loved him. (When they weren’t being thrown in jail, and tortured by him for any negative comments!) We can now look back and see the Babangida period showed steady economic growth.
Babangida bears mention as a benevolent dictator. He did for the country in his economic reforms what had not been done before. With his power, and force of authority he made things happen. He simply set the policy and said figure it out, do it, regardless of the consequences. He didn’t depend on popularity to keep him in power.
In much the same way Joaquin Balaguer enacted environmental reforms on the Dominican Republic. He was integral in maintaining and adding land to the 74 national parks that make up 32% of the land. To see the island now, there is a marked difference in the forested Dominican side, and the nude, over farmed, eroded Haitian side. The benefit of his long range planning is very evident.
When Balaguer came into office he put a moratorium on logging, and the saw mills. He was not nice or gentle about it. He sent in the army to bomb, kill, and otherwise completely destroy the saw mills. They were logging illegally on park land. The illegal logging was creating a huge soil erosion problem. The soil erosion problem was in turn trickling down to the hydro-electric dams. As lakes became filled with run off soil, the electric plants were in danger. Not to mention all the environmental fall out of clear cut, over harvesting, illegal logging. To save the hydro-electric dams, the illegal logging had to be stopped.
Poor squatters, and rich supporters had all moved in, built huge mansions, and shanty town farms on park land. Bulldozers were ordered in. Mansions of wealthy supporters of the president were taken out along with the farms of the poor. Everyone living on the park land was evicted. The wealthy supporters of Balaguer were stunned that he would bulldozer their mansions. Of course the poor deserved their fate! But the wealthy, his friends, personal friends! HOW DARE HE!
The Dominican Republic is still a very poor and unstable place. But unlike Haiti, it still has forests, and can still feed its own population. Thanks to the long vision of Balaguer, and his willingness to do the unspeakable, push people off the park land, forests have been saved. The Dominican’s dams and hydro-electricity were preserved. At a cost, mind you. Balaguer wasn’t very nice. He killed many of the people on the park lands. To quote wikipedia “Balaguer ordered the construction of schools, hospitals, dams, roads, and many important buildings. He also presided over steady economic growth.”
Today Haiti is the country that is the poorest in the America’s. The Dominican Republic could have easily qualified. It shares the same island, and the same natural resources. Instead, with Dictators like Balaguer, some of its resources have been managed in such a way to bring long term economic benefit, and not depletion to the people.
When we look around the world, we see many examples of benevolent dictators. Eva Peron, Seretse Khama, and the ancient Shoguns of Japan to name a few. Each took control of the country, and did what had to be done for the long term viability of the people. There are incidences of true cruelty. Eva Peron was known for jailing, and killing her opponents. No one spoke of how much she spent on her wardrobe. There were many accusations of fraud. They were well founded. She brought Argentina into its own, and made it a power in its own right. The Shoguns of Japan have a similar reputation. Hard people, who governed with a ruthless streak. But their legacy is a First World Country with a very high quality of life. We American’s do not have the long history of stability, and management like the Japanese. Seretse Khama, the long time “President” of Botswana, whose son Ian Khama is now the president. Much more a modern Monarchy. Botswana, once the poorest African nation, now with a quality of life that is recognizable to the American eye. My parents live there, they go to the Mall on a regular basis. My Dad can’t miss his regular stop at Mug and Bean, the Botswana equivalent of Starbucks. In a continent rife with coups, and lack of education, Botswana’s astounding infrastructure is a miracle.
Government by the people, for the people is not always what’s best. Sometimes it takes a big man, willing to do what is not liked for the long term sustainability of his people.
Ibrahim Babangida was the dictator, and “President for Life” of Nigeria from 1985 until 1993. He came into office saying he would address the Human Rights abuses. Nicknamed the “Evil Genius”, the list of abuses perpetrated at his hand is only vaguely known. It is pure irony to see that he lead the coup in 1985 on the basis of investigating the Human Rights Violations.
Babangida instead joins my short list of benevolent dictators based on his economic reform. When he came into office the Nira, the Nigeria Currency was exchanged at a rate the government set. A rate that bore no resemblance to the black market trading that was booming. The International Monetary Fund insisted on some changes, very gradual, if Babangida wanted to continue with the nice interest rates on National Debts and other things. Babangida was not going to take orders from anyone, let alone from the IMF. He set instead a very swift and broad set of reforms for the Nigerian people. Many price controls were lifted. Government owned businesses were privatized. The Nigerian people laughed, and loved him. (When they weren’t being thrown in jail, and tortured by him for any negative comments!) We can now look back and see the Babangida period showed steady economic growth.
Babangida bears mention as a benevolent dictator. He did for the country in his economic reforms what had not been done before. With his power, and force of authority he made things happen. He simply set the policy and said figure it out, do it, regardless of the consequences. He didn’t depend on popularity to keep him in power.
In much the same way Joaquin Balaguer enacted environmental reforms on the Dominican Republic. He was integral in maintaining and adding land to the 74 national parks that make up 32% of the land. To see the island now, there is a marked difference in the forested Dominican side, and the nude, over farmed, eroded Haitian side. The benefit of his long range planning is very evident.
When Balaguer came into office he put a moratorium on logging, and the saw mills. He was not nice or gentle about it. He sent in the army to bomb, kill, and otherwise completely destroy the saw mills. They were logging illegally on park land. The illegal logging was creating a huge soil erosion problem. The soil erosion problem was in turn trickling down to the hydro-electric dams. As lakes became filled with run off soil, the electric plants were in danger. Not to mention all the environmental fall out of clear cut, over harvesting, illegal logging. To save the hydro-electric dams, the illegal logging had to be stopped.
Poor squatters, and rich supporters had all moved in, built huge mansions, and shanty town farms on park land. Bulldozers were ordered in. Mansions of wealthy supporters of the president were taken out along with the farms of the poor. Everyone living on the park land was evicted. The wealthy supporters of Balaguer were stunned that he would bulldozer their mansions. Of course the poor deserved their fate! But the wealthy, his friends, personal friends! HOW DARE HE!
The Dominican Republic is still a very poor and unstable place. But unlike Haiti, it still has forests, and can still feed its own population. Thanks to the long vision of Balaguer, and his willingness to do the unspeakable, push people off the park land, forests have been saved. The Dominican’s dams and hydro-electricity were preserved. At a cost, mind you. Balaguer wasn’t very nice. He killed many of the people on the park lands. To quote wikipedia “Balaguer ordered the construction of schools, hospitals, dams, roads, and many important buildings. He also presided over steady economic growth.”
Today Haiti is the country that is the poorest in the America’s. The Dominican Republic could have easily qualified. It shares the same island, and the same natural resources. Instead, with Dictators like Balaguer, some of its resources have been managed in such a way to bring long term economic benefit, and not depletion to the people.
When we look around the world, we see many examples of benevolent dictators. Eva Peron, Seretse Khama, and the ancient Shoguns of Japan to name a few. Each took control of the country, and did what had to be done for the long term viability of the people. There are incidences of true cruelty. Eva Peron was known for jailing, and killing her opponents. No one spoke of how much she spent on her wardrobe. There were many accusations of fraud. They were well founded. She brought Argentina into its own, and made it a power in its own right. The Shoguns of Japan have a similar reputation. Hard people, who governed with a ruthless streak. But their legacy is a First World Country with a very high quality of life. We American’s do not have the long history of stability, and management like the Japanese. Seretse Khama, the long time “President” of Botswana, whose son Ian Khama is now the president. Much more a modern Monarchy. Botswana, once the poorest African nation, now with a quality of life that is recognizable to the American eye. My parents live there, they go to the Mall on a regular basis. My Dad can’t miss his regular stop at Mug and Bean, the Botswana equivalent of Starbucks. In a continent rife with coups, and lack of education, Botswana’s astounding infrastructure is a miracle.
Government by the people, for the people is not always what’s best. Sometimes it takes a big man, willing to do what is not liked for the long term sustainability of his people.
Monday, June 29, 2009
Collapse
The hot sun poured unrelentingly over South Texas. In the quiet corn fields the dry stalks whispered their stories. Heat, and lack of rain. Cracked dirt crunched under foot. Dying corn whimpered.
Collapse, by Jared Diamond, asks the question of why do societies collapse. He theorizes that every society that has fallen has some element that is environmental which has contributed. With Easter Island we know that the deforestation of the island led to the collapse of the society. Some societies it's easy to see. But what about Rome, and the Mayans?
Global warming, Carbon Footprint, vehicle emissions. We hear it on the news. It means nothing. It's a bunch of words that fill the broadcast.
There are some farmers in South Texas today. Their crop is dying. Where will the water come from? Why has it been dry for the past three years? And why is this year so much worse?
There are farmers in Montana. Land prices are sky rocketing because wealthy people keep gobbling up "wilderness" land for their second and third homes. How can they grow their dairy farm when there is no land to buy.
My son loves corn on the cob. My daughter is always making off with a glass of milk.
Are we tipping on the verge of collapse? Have we ignored the land, and it's carrying capacity?
I think I heard the quiet voice this weekend, in the dry crunch of the ground. In the rustling of dead leaves.
Monday, February 2, 2009
Shame
I have long used Shame as a means of attempting to control my sinful behaviors.
This morning though, the Holy Spirit got hold of me. And showed me what I’ve really been doing. I’ve been denying the power of the atonement, and avoiding the realities the Holy Spirit was trying to show me.
Shame was my way of beating myself up. I thought if I shamed myself enough, I could get myself to stop. On some level I knew I had to let go, and let God. But the reality of what that meant had long since been lost on me. The Atonement was Christ’s forgiveness of our sins. I’ve been telling Jesus, “No, thank you very much; I really don’t need to be forgiven of this sin to get better. Forgiving me of this won’t improve things. But beating myself up with this bat called Shame, that will make me better. Yeah, you hanging on the Cross-, you taking all my sins, yeah, that’s great, but it can’t really make me quit doing this sinful behavior. It can’t take my sin away from me. Shame can.” And Shame did. For a while. The problem with Shame is it creeps back. It lays a foundation for the sin to come back again.
The Holy Spirit has long been trying to point out the true problems in my life. But like a bulimic, lost in the shame of their binging and purging, they see nothing except their shame over their behavior. All they know is the medicating power of the cycle of binge and purge. They know the temporary high of the behavior. The Shame is simply an alternative cycle. Okay, beat myself up over the fact that I’ve done this. Get the behavior to stop. And obviously shame was a good solution; it got the behavior to stop. Never mind about what the real reason was behind the behavior, a deep loneliness, and need to be accepted, first by self, and then by other. Or maybe the behavior came from childhood abuse. Or a long forgotten trauma, never dealt with. The Shame masks what is really there. With Shame you never have to face the true reasons for the behavior. I have used shame to avoid facing very painful things in my past.
Shame has been my bat of choice, what I use to beat myself up with. I’m sure it will be years before I truly put it down, and give my Shame back to my Savoir. But today I realized I have been shaming myself in an effort to control myself. That will stop. I may not be successful in stopping it today, but from now on, I recognize the behavior. And now I know my Heavenly Father is at my side, helping me, forgiving me for each time I pick up that bat to beat myself up. He’ll forgive me. Some day I’ll actually understand what that means. For today I simply say it.
Monday, January 19, 2009
Doing Terrible
Yes, I've had the questions long enough. I'm going to answer a few of them. Probably not as many as anyone would like.
In December my boyfriend of six months explained that he had some pretty significant emotional work that he needed to do. He enrolled in outpatient treatment, and is now trying to figure out how to rebuild his life, personality and everything he's ever known.
I say that to explain, as we talked about is issues, it became obvious that he and I were two sides of the same coin. Though my problems are not as life shattering, yet. He was able to throw the spotlight on things in my life I had happily pushed under the carpet. Things I had ignored, or really didn't think were a problem.
I am now seeing a counselor once a week, and doing 1-2 group therapy sessions per week.
The boyfriend and I have quit seeing each other. We each have to get healthy. Neither one of us is emotionally available for the other. It would do nobody any good to pretend to stay together.
I find myself in a very terrible situation. The one person who truly knows what it is like to walk in these shoes, the boyfriend, is no longer available. I can never make sense to you how much help he was, and how much good he did for me. Suffice it to say, there is a level of grief that few will understand given how short our relationship was.
To the friends who want to help, there are a few things you can do.
Those who live in the vicinity, I welcome offers to babysit the kids. If you see I'm struggling, having an extra rough day, I would love it if you offered to take the kids so I could make it to an extra group session. There is one nearly every evening.
Or, sometimes better, encourage me to do something social. Get me out with people, having fun.
I tend to curl up and replay the ugliness I've been forced to face. Which does no one any good. I've got a counselor who will make me face it in a safe environment that will allow me to heal. Staring down demons on my own is a recipe to get hurt.
To the friends whom miles separate, simply be my friend. Talk, laugh with me. Don't let morose mood scare you off. Talk about anything. Silly jokes. Anything positive, anything to make me smile.
And to the friends who have already been there for me, who have dragged my butt out to dinner, friends who have volunteered already to babysit my kids, not really knowing exactly what was wrong, THANK YOU! You are doing the work of angles, the work of Jesus Christ on earth.
In December my boyfriend of six months explained that he had some pretty significant emotional work that he needed to do. He enrolled in outpatient treatment, and is now trying to figure out how to rebuild his life, personality and everything he's ever known.
I say that to explain, as we talked about is issues, it became obvious that he and I were two sides of the same coin. Though my problems are not as life shattering, yet. He was able to throw the spotlight on things in my life I had happily pushed under the carpet. Things I had ignored, or really didn't think were a problem.
I am now seeing a counselor once a week, and doing 1-2 group therapy sessions per week.
The boyfriend and I have quit seeing each other. We each have to get healthy. Neither one of us is emotionally available for the other. It would do nobody any good to pretend to stay together.
I find myself in a very terrible situation. The one person who truly knows what it is like to walk in these shoes, the boyfriend, is no longer available. I can never make sense to you how much help he was, and how much good he did for me. Suffice it to say, there is a level of grief that few will understand given how short our relationship was.
To the friends who want to help, there are a few things you can do.
Those who live in the vicinity, I welcome offers to babysit the kids. If you see I'm struggling, having an extra rough day, I would love it if you offered to take the kids so I could make it to an extra group session. There is one nearly every evening.
Or, sometimes better, encourage me to do something social. Get me out with people, having fun.
I tend to curl up and replay the ugliness I've been forced to face. Which does no one any good. I've got a counselor who will make me face it in a safe environment that will allow me to heal. Staring down demons on my own is a recipe to get hurt.
To the friends whom miles separate, simply be my friend. Talk, laugh with me. Don't let morose mood scare you off. Talk about anything. Silly jokes. Anything positive, anything to make me smile.
And to the friends who have already been there for me, who have dragged my butt out to dinner, friends who have volunteered already to babysit my kids, not really knowing exactly what was wrong, THANK YOU! You are doing the work of angles, the work of Jesus Christ on earth.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Mr. Stalker in Training
Tonight was one of the most frightening experiences of my life.
At home, quiet evening, kids in bed, winding down for the evening.
Knock-knock-knock from the door. I’m not expecting anyone.
A few months ago I had someone knock on my door late at night before. After doing it a few times, he said the unforgettable line, “Hey, it’s your neighbor; I just want to borrow some chicken.”
CHICKEN!?
I wondered that evening if the reality was I had a peeping tom.
“Hey girl, you look good, wanna do some bbq with us?” Was the line I heard from my upstairs neighbor, and his compadre of leering friends.
Other times I’ve tried to ignore the undressing stares when I step out in a wonderful outfit.
Tonight it started around 9pm, and went on about an hour before I called the cops. Shivering in my bedroom, as far away from the front door as I could, I called the cops.
In bright yellow slickers they showed up at my door. While I was explaining the situation to them the stalker in training approached the door again. I slammed my door, never seeing his whole face. I heard him say, “Hey, I think I might have scared her.”
Fifteen minutes of my heart pounding, the cops talked with the guy. Finally they knocked on my door.
“He says he helped you with your car one time.”
I looked at them blankly. No. I have never gotten help from anyone. Maybe he means my female neighbor who moved out. The one who had a parade of at least 4 different men in the 2 months she lived here.
“He said he was looking to get rid of a table.”
My eyes opened in confusion, trying to reconcile these odd statements.
Once they left I slumped against the door, big gulping sobs. Fear and adrenalin having run their course.
I wonder if I accidentally attracted Mr. Stalker in Training. I wonder if my pretty shoes, pretty clothes, pretty hair, if they are all bad.
I cried in panic. I cried because of the fear that had run thru me. I cried because it felt like I had no one to turn to.
Even though a good friend was texting me the whole time. She was there the whole way thru.
I cried because I was so scared.
At home, quiet evening, kids in bed, winding down for the evening.
Knock-knock-knock from the door. I’m not expecting anyone.
A few months ago I had someone knock on my door late at night before. After doing it a few times, he said the unforgettable line, “Hey, it’s your neighbor; I just want to borrow some chicken.”
CHICKEN!?
I wondered that evening if the reality was I had a peeping tom.
“Hey girl, you look good, wanna do some bbq with us?” Was the line I heard from my upstairs neighbor, and his compadre of leering friends.
Other times I’ve tried to ignore the undressing stares when I step out in a wonderful outfit.
Tonight it started around 9pm, and went on about an hour before I called the cops. Shivering in my bedroom, as far away from the front door as I could, I called the cops.
In bright yellow slickers they showed up at my door. While I was explaining the situation to them the stalker in training approached the door again. I slammed my door, never seeing his whole face. I heard him say, “Hey, I think I might have scared her.”
Fifteen minutes of my heart pounding, the cops talked with the guy. Finally they knocked on my door.
“He says he helped you with your car one time.”
I looked at them blankly. No. I have never gotten help from anyone. Maybe he means my female neighbor who moved out. The one who had a parade of at least 4 different men in the 2 months she lived here.
“He said he was looking to get rid of a table.”
My eyes opened in confusion, trying to reconcile these odd statements.
Once they left I slumped against the door, big gulping sobs. Fear and adrenalin having run their course.
I wonder if I accidentally attracted Mr. Stalker in Training. I wonder if my pretty shoes, pretty clothes, pretty hair, if they are all bad.
I cried in panic. I cried because of the fear that had run thru me. I cried because it felt like I had no one to turn to.
Even though a good friend was texting me the whole time. She was there the whole way thru.
I cried because I was so scared.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Purpose of Marriage
“It just wasn’t a happy marriage, never was. And we finally had enough.”
“We always had our problems. They finally got to us. We couldn’t stand to be around each other. We’re actually good friends now that we’re divorced. We’re just not good married.”
I want to know who promised us a satisfaction guarantee on marriage? Where is it written that we get married to make ourselves happy?
Why do we get married?
It’s question I’ve been pondering a lot lately. There are a lot of different answers I’ve worked thru.
Having seen arranged marriages that are very fulfilling; I have quickly tossed aside the notion that marriage has anything to do with personal satisfaction. Marriages that are founded on that reason often end very quickly. Because happiness is fleeting. Personal satisfaction is a personal thing; it’s not something a relationship can give you. It doesn’t come from an outside source; it’s an inside job.
I’ve pondered the idea that marriage is for companionship. The providence of a partner to walk thru life’s trials with you. But if that were true, loneliness would be the most singular attractive thing in a prospective partner. Because that would show that you need a companion, you need another person. And any single person can tell you, loneliness is the worst way to get a date. More likely to get turned down, avoided, banned, and generally tossed out on your butt when you loudly proclaim your loneliness.
Lately I’ve been thinking that marriage is Heavenly Father’s neat little trick to force us to keep growing thru the rest of our lives. We have to not only put up with, but actually LOVE this other person that we’ve committed to live our life with. This other person who probably has hurt us many times, this person who you see every day. You don’t get to ignore them. It is one of the most singular ways of growing to think outside yourself.
Marriage is Heavenly Father’s way of helping us learn to emulate Christ. To love another person when it is difficult, and not the thing any sane person would do. Marriage is learning to love your enemy, when your enemy sleeps on the other side of the bed. And you can’t get away with just saying you love them, you have to really truly love them.
Marriage is about eternal progression, becoming more than you ever were before, and becoming more than you ever thought possible because this other person is worthy of so much more love than you can ever give. So for their sake, and for the sake of our Savior, you grow up, and leave your immature, self-centered ways behind so that you can be the marriage partner your beloved deserves.
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