Monday, December 24, 2007

suggestions for holiday reading

book reviews for the second half of 2007
(though judging by the length of this, I think I will have to do this on a quarterly basis, the way big corporations announce their earning growth)

Since I’ve graduated from college, it’s been much harder to make time for reading. When there isn’t the pressure of papers to write or the fear of appearing stupid in class, I can easily waste my time surfing the internet or looking at knitting patterns (sometimes I feel like I spend more time looking at other people’s knitting than I actually spend knitting). I’ve also lost my subway reading time as I commute by bike on most days (I also find the trolley a bit too shaky to read seriously).

The past month or so, I feel like I’ve been swamped with packing/moving and wedding planning that have pushed reading to the backburner. I don’t think I’ve read a single book since mid-November and I miss it. If long plane rides to California have any benefit, that is that they give me plenty of time to read.

Once again, I post all my reviews to GoodReads.

* didn’t like it
** it was ok
*** liked it
**** really liked it
***** it was amazing

Fiction

** or *** American Pastoral (Phillip Roth) ~ It’s very hard for me to rate this book—I have a lot of stylistic and thematic appreciation for this book, but reading it at times was torturous. There were so many times while reading the book that I just wanted to put it down and give up on it, because it got long-winded. Roth is a brilliantly talented prose writer and can go on for pages and pages for just one thought, one idea or one scene, which can be delightful or a total a drag that doesn’t seem to go anywhere. I’m not sure whether that was a failure of the novel itself or just the situations where I was reading it (a.k.a. Philadelphia’s trolley system). I would give this book 3 or 4 stars, had I been able to really get into the book. I want to give the book 2 stars based on my actual experience reading it. All that being said, I thought the book had some really hilarious/insightful/beautiful passages, and its overall story reflected several narrative strands of meaning --- of immigrant life, of an American life, of America’s own consciousness as a nation. Roth writes about the Jewish American Swede Levov, high school sports star, who marries Miss New Jersey, inherits his father’s glove factory and appears in everyway to have achieved the American dream. Yet his “perfect life” disintegrates after his daughter bombs a post office and kills a man in protest of the Vietnam war. The last section of the book “Paradise Lost” highlights the aftermath and the downfall of Levov, and in doing so, paints a picture of America’s own decline.

* Brideshead Revisited (Evelyn Waugh) ~ So I've heard many good things about this book before reading it, but I just didn't like it that much. Maybe I just didn't get it? It's supposed to be funny but I didn't pick up that much humour. The book recounts the memories of Charles Ryder, his college year friendship with Sebastien (who carries around a delightful teddy bear named Aloysius), and his later affair with Sebastien's sister, Julia (and in the course of that, retells the story of their entire family). Though Waugh's prose is smooth, reflective and at times high-brow, the storyline tends to drag. The novel felt like a series of little witty conversations and indulgent descriptions of the upper class in pre World War II England. The ending, with its potentially redeeming characteristics, appeared rather trite and out of the blue, a feeling of Deus Ex Machina (which I guess in many ways may be the point if the novel is about divine grace).

** or *** Beloved (Toni Morrison) ~ If it weren't for a long plane ride, I probably wouldn't have gotten past the first 30 or so pages of this novel. But I'm glad I did because the novel is very beautifully written and well-constructed, though not necessarily a page-turner. The prose is very lyrical and dream-like, as it weaves the reader in and out of the past, but can also be confusing, especially if you read the novel in short chunks on the subway. The book basically explores the return of Paul D., a slave who once worked for the same owners as Sethe, and the return Sethe’s dead daughter, Beloved, as a physical (and sexually mature) young adult, and the accompanying memories that they stir.
As a book about slavery and life after slavery, it is not a "explicitly physical" account, recounting the physical horrors of the oppression. Rather, it explores the subtle psychological impact. (It makes me think of a quote I saw at the Church of the Advocate in Philadelphia: "We believed we were made to be slaves"). The novel poses the question of identity, but not primarily in terms of ethnic identity. The novel is not concerned with what it means to be "African-American" so much as it is concerned with what does it mean to be human. As it narrates the lives of former slaves, it is intimately and constantly exploring the questions associated with entering the territory of freedom. How do you belong to yourself when you've always belonged to someone else? How do you learn to love when your whole life you've tried not to love too much, since whoever you loved could always be taken away? What does it mean to suddenly wake up one morning and be able to decide what you want to do?

*** Jane Eyre (Charlotte Bronte) ~ I absolutely devoured this book in a week when I first read it in sixth grade (or “grade six” since I was still in Canada at that point). As a melodramatic pre-teen who already to claimed to have “fallen in love”, and already submerged in unattainable celebrity crushes, I was absolutely captivated by the “love” and the “passion” in the book. The book was still highly enjoyable and a page-turner this time that I read it, but perhaps for different reasons. I found the book much funnier than before, with its hints of satire and exaggerated characters. I also laughed because Mr. Rochester reminded me of my fiancé’s personality. Jane Eyre’s character was still the biggest draw of the book—her defiance of social norms, and her firm hold on what she believed to be right makes her extremely memorable. I think the best section of the book are the initial chapters on the early years of Jane Eyre’s life, where the reader gains a vivid picture of Jane’s strong and proud character.

Non-fiction

*** Nickel and Dimed: On (Not) Getting by in America (Barbara Ehrenreich) ~ This book documents writer Barbara Ehrenreich's short-lived descent into the life of a minimum-wage earner. Though she bears no pretense of actually "experiencing poverty" (given her safety net of assets, education, connections etc...), she attempts to see how she will survive a minimum wage (or slightly higher than minimum wage-- up to $7.50 an hour). This book reads as a documentary with attitude, as Barbara recounts her adventures of finding a job, finding housing and working a job (her coworkers and bosses). She barely gets by, having to resort at times to a food bank, and almost ends up in a shelter. The book's strength lies in its ability to illustrate the sheer difficulties of surviving on minimum wage. The book only really has one point (it doesn't necessarily offer a full-scaled comprehensive analysis nor does it purport to do that), but makes that one point extremely clearly. Something needs to be changed, if hard-working people, laboring 40-70 hours a week, cannot afford decent housing and nutritious food, much less properly raise children and accrue savings. Minimum wage full time, or even more than full time, just doesn't cut it.

**** Why the Rest hates the West (Meic Pearse) ~ Even if I did not agree with everything in the book, I found it extremely thought-provoking. It revealed many assumptions I have that I have held as universally true as being assumptions of my culture. The book examines Western culture, explaining why the rest of the world often seems to bear so much animosity (and yet also envy) of our way of life. Pearse questions values that Westerners hold as universally good (human rights, democracy, freedom), showing the cultural context in which they arose, as well as illustrating the costs for other cultures to become more like ours. Pearse shows us our own intolerance and the continuation of our cultural imperialism. (He generally does this, without revering or idealizing other cultures. He criticizes the West really hard, because we’re so used to accepting the way that we think as true.)
Pearse’s last chapter is perhaps the most peculiar. He argues that our declining birthrate is the ultimate indicator of the unsustainability of our current cultural climate, because our focus on consumption and individual “freedom” has greatly reduced our desire to have children. (In fact, when it comes to caring for the environment, we advocate less children rather than cut consumption - http://www.slate.com/id/2173458/fr/flyout). If survival of the fittest applies, our Western culture will not last for that many more generations, in which case from both a practical and moral perspective, we can infer that perhaps something is awry with our culture, if it can’t reproduce itself sustainably.

** Bobos in Paradise: The New Upper Class and How They Got There (David Brooks) ~ Though it’s not necessary to read the whole book, the introduction and opening chapters provide a good characterization of my generation and my social class. Brooks describes today’s new upper class—the Bobos—Bourgeois Bohemians. While earlier in the 20th century and before, the bourgeois and bohemians existed in separate social and economic circles (the bourgeois dominating with “old money” and all the financial resources, the bohemian artists gathering in their coffeeshops and run-down neighbourhoods), today these two groups are blending. Brooks’ style is very conversational—it’s “snazzy” and “smooth”, evocative of the Bobos that he is trying to describe, but that same trendiness of prose can be irritating at times. Though he presents a general historical overview and plenty of descriptive examples, his sweeping generalizations can sometimes be more a matter of prose style than substance. His descriptions are entertaining and informative, and he does intersperse some key bibliography and references throughout his book. His best chapters are the opening two or three and “Spirituality” and “Politics and Beyond”, where he finally offers his brief criticism of the consequences of the Bobo mentality--- a mediocore, complacent existence, concerned with “small-scale morality” and a comfortable lifestyle. Though some may celebrate that we can now be cultured and artistic, and have our money too, it appears to me that this marriage between bourgeois and bohemian as but another step towards the complete commercialization of thought, the disappearance of a grander vision (and hope), and the loss of authenticity and anything real.

* Written Lives (Javier Marias) ~ Sometimes you have to know when to put a book down. This book is one of those books that I didn’t really want to stop reading but decided that I should, because it didn’t really have anything substantial to offer. It would have been mildly entertaining but probably not worth my time. I spotted this in a bookstore and it seemed interesting – a collection of brief 3-5 page biographies or snapshots of famous authors, revealing their strange habits and tendencies. I read about 2-3 biographies and found them amusing, but not particularly enthralling or illuminating. This book is more a collection of pleasant magazine reading to pass your time before diving in something more engaging.

**** The Omnivore’s Dilemma (Michael Pollan) ~ I was not expecting to enjoy this book quite as much as I did, but I'll have to say this is probably the best non-fiction book I've read so far this year. In an easy-to-understand style that is both funny and intelligent (he manages to make 100 pages on the subject of corn absolutely fascinating!), Michael Pollan writes about the history of four meals - a fast food restaurant order, a meal made from ingredients purchased from Whole Foods, a meal with ingredients from a local farms, and a meal with ingredients gathered and hunted by Pollan himself. In the process he traces the production of our food in America, narrating the industrial and agricultural complex that the iceberg tip of our supermarket and fast food purchases do not reveal. While his informative exposition of the economic injustices and environmental damage of the mass-produced food industry (your usual supermarket purchases) and the mass-produced organic food can be disheartening, his week-long sojourn at Polyface Farm with Joel Salatin gives a glimpse of alternative agriculture that can produce sufficient food and remain environmentally restorative and humane to animals and invigorating for farmers. Pollan's last section on his self-gathered meal is a little less interesting, but also piques your interest on how earlier humans selected their food and developed their eating habits. Pollan's book has definitely made me reconsider what I eat and how I eat it-- and has peaked in an interest in me to read and learn more about food.

** Bait and Switch (Barbara Ehrenreich) ~ Similar to her hands-on investigation of life as a blue collar wage earner in Nickel and Dimed, Barbara Ehrenreich proceeds to explore the white collar profession by attempting to find a job. The catch is she never actually succeeds in finding a job, so the entire book is about the culture of the white collar unemployed as Ehrenreich attends career coaching, networking events and job fairs. While I enjoyed Nickel and Dimed, this book grew irritating after awhile. Ehrenreich is highly critical and writes with a slightly mocking, dry and sarcastic tone that appears almost elitist.
In any case, if you’re interested in the subject, perhaps it would benefit most to read the last two chapters, where Ehrenreich makes a few insightful conclusions from her experience (or peruse her bibliography)—namely the need for better unemployment benefits, the collapse of the attainability of upward mobility for everyone who does what they’re supposed to do (e.g. go to college, take a white collar job), the strange emphasis on “attitude” and “personality” and “culture” in corporate culture, and the transformation of employees from valuable long-term assets of companies to costs that can be cut.

Identity and Violence: The Illusion of Destiny (Amartya Sen) ~ I was drawn to this book by its title, and also because I had heard of Amartya Sen (a recent Nobel Prize Winner in Economics). However, I only read the introduction—because most reviews said that the book was very repetitive. The book is a edited compilation of various essays and talks given by Amartya Sen on ethnic or religious identity. His basic argument is that a person’s identity is far too complex to be reduced to a compartment such as one’s ethnicity or religion, and that by recognizing the pluralism of identity, we can form more understanding and reduce the amount of violence resulting from “clash of civilizations”. It definitely seemed interesting, but with my endless and constantly-growing-faster-than-I-could-ever-keep-up list of books to read, I had to put this one down.

**** Overtreated: Why More Medicine is Making Us Sicker and Poorer (Shannon Brownlee) ~ Though not nearly as deliciously funny or narratively delightful as Michael Pollan’s The Omnivore’s Dilemma, Shannon Brownlee’s book was very informative on a subject that I didn’t know much about previously (though apparently is common knowledge across medical schools in the nation). Primarily through concrete examples of hospitals and individual cases, and an accessible, easy-to-understand overview of plenty of academic studies, Brownlee demonstrates how doctors overtreat patients with drugs, scans, and procedures that do not necessarily make them any healthier. Brownlee delves into hospital management, the latest body scanning technology, cultural incentives concerning medical care, the incentive structures of the current health care system, insurance policies, pharmaceuticals and advertising—exploring the various (generally economic) reasons why we are so “overtreated”.
At times, she can get repetitive, drilling home the same point again and again, but she manages to explore enough facets of her thesis that it does not actually get boring—her book is replete with examples, references and other information to support her thesis, instead of just endless abstract ruminations.
She also manages to present some hope in the situation, by examining a few health care systems that do work—Mayo Clinic, Kaiser Permanente and surprisingly enough, the Veterans Health Administration, which recent turnaround in 1992, runs an incredibly successful health care system. By properly aligning financial incentives, implementing better record-keeping and technology, the care received by patients in these health care systems is far better and far cheaper. Brownlee also envisions small steps of reforms that could lead to the replication of these medical groups.
In any case, whether or not you actually do support universal health care, this book is a wonderful introduction to the economics and injustices and inefficiencies of the health care system, that have resulted in some (usually the rich) getting far too much care, and others (the poor) not receiving enough. (It’s that irony—that while in third world countries, people still die of starvation, people die from too much food in America).

** The Overspent American (Juliet Schor) ~ This book is really excellent for anyone who cares about consumerism, but find themselves estranged by the harshness or extremeness of Adbusters and other anti-consumerism/anti-corporate books and groups. Schor’s argument is essentially the same, but her method is more explanatory and empirical.
Juliet Schor, Harvard Professor, explores what increases the tendency for people to consume (television, education, neighborhood where they live), focusing mostly on the role of status and the symbolic power of brands. She illustrates that “keeping up with the Jones’” is still very much alive, though oftentimes, we don’t just aspire to be like our neighbours, but like the next social class up. She also spends considerable time exploring the lives of downshifts—people who have voluntarily or involuntarily given up higher salaries for lower paying jobs in order to free up more time, as well as “simple-livers”, who don’t give symbolic power to their consumption and find that buying more actually makes them less happy. She draws upon both statistical data in addition to anecdotal interviews and case studies to prove her point. Her basic conclusion are simple—that we spend vast amounts of money (often going into debt) to buy things that don’t actually bring any real value to our lives (beyond perhaps the “social status” and “identity” it may confer to us—a power that we give the objects). She then spends a chapter exploring practical suggestions on how to buy less and enjoy more, as individuals, and slowly as a society as a whole.
Though at times, Schor’s analysis can be a bit dry as she runs through numerous studies, her empiricism is appreciated. I wish that she did delve into more academic and theoretical explanations, as she only alludes to Pierre Bourdieu and only begins to explore the question of “Will spending less wreck the economy?” in her epilogue. Nonetheless, Schor’s work is an easy-to-read and accessible introduction to the effects and causes of consumerism.

** Fast Food Nation (Eric Schlosser) ~ I only skimmed this book, not only because I was mostly familiar with the ideas in it, but it lacked the narrative cohesiveness and strong writing present in Michael Pollan’s Omnivore Dilemma, which touches upon similar topics. Schlosser tends to jump around from topic to topic quite a bit and spends excessive time talking about the history of different corporations. His analysis tends to be less theoretical and more factual and broad. The book does have some really informative chapters on the concoction of natural and artificial flavours in New Jersey and of labour abuses in the meat slaughtering business. Schlosser’s vision of change is not as well articulated. His focus seems to be placed on the necessity of large fast food companies (e.g. MacDonalds) to be more socially responsible.

Christian

*** Life Together (Dietrich Bonhoeffer) ~ Despite a heavily Germanic writing style, and frequent grammatically awkward sentences, Bonhoeffer’s classic is a delight to read. Better read in small chapters with plenty of time for reflection, Life Together is an exposition of life in Christian community. Bonhoeffer explores how to interact with others in the light of what Christ has done for us. He covers the topics of Community, The Day with Others, The Day Alone (reflections on prayer and meditation), Ministry (reflections on work, includes the ministry of listening and humility), and Confession and Communion. Bonhoeffer writes some incredibly insightful passages about what it means to let others be free in Christ, which constitutes the core of how he approaches the subject of fellowship with other Christians.

** Don’t Waste Your Life (John Piper) ~ This is classic (or typical, depending on how you want to spin it) John Piper—a Biblically grounded argument for the importance of risking our lives in order to live more fully for Christ (and not just doing what everyone else is doing), and an exploration of how to go about doing it. Piper is solidly grounded Biblically and presents a very compelling argument, spending most of his time investigating scripture for the reasons we will be most fulfilled if we value Christ supremely in our lives, and how that can be lived out in our work, in our ministry and in our lifestyles. For those familiar with his other books, most notably “Desiring God”, will find that many of his ideas are repeated again. In comparison, this book is less abstract and less mired in theological musings. It is much more concise and quick to read than his other work. His most poignant chapter is the one titled “Risk is Right—Better to Lose Your Life than to Waste it”, which I should probably aspire to make a principle by which I live. (That chapter was also photocopied for me by my dearly beloved significant in hopes that I would take a risk and quit my previous job…. )
Here’s the teaser from John Piper himself: “I will tell you what a tragedy is. I will show you how to waste your life. Consider this story from the February 1998 Reader’s Digest: A couple ‘took early retirement from their jobs in the Northeast five years ago when he was 59 and she was 51. Now they live in Punta Gorda, Florida, where they cruise on their 30-foot trawler, play softball and collect shells. . . .’ Picture them before Christ at the great day of judgment: ‘Look, Lord. See my shells.’ That is a tragedy.”

Knitting

** Yarn Harlot: The Secret Life of a Knitter (Stephanie Pearl-McKee) ~ I skimmed through this book fairly quickly since it is a bit of a guilty light-reading for me. For a non-knitter this book would probably make no sense whatsoever. For someone who has is slowly being pulled into the lure of the craft, the book is slightly amusing and mildly entertaining, reading like a series of blog entries. It consists of short stories and essays, ranging from falling in love with lace knitting, the excruciating pains of knitting gifts for Christmas, and the infamous yarn stash. I guess the more you’ve knit, the more you can relate to these stories and the more you are able to laugh when you feel the same way. Other than that, there isn’t that much solid substance to the book. It’s chatty, but doesn’t offer any theoretical, abstract or conceptual ideas about knitting…. That being said, Stephanie does make an interesting observation that people tend to think that knitting is hard. (A brain surgeon once commented to her that she would never be able to do anything as complicated as that). Knitting is actually very easy—two types of stitches and lots of practices is really all you need. Everyone knew how to knit back in the day (and cook for that matter), but somehow these historical necessities have become superfluous hobbies, that we need to have “talent” in order to practice them.

**** The Joy of Knitting (Lisa R. Myers) ~ Written by the co-owner of Sophie’s Yarns in Philadelphia and an English Ph.D. from the University of Pennsylvania, this book was close to my heart. Out of my very meager reading of knitting books, this is by far the one I have enjoyed the most. This book provides a brief summary of knitting history and technique, and includes several simple patterns along the way. What I found most valuable were Myers’ explanations on different guidelines of working with color (e.g. hue, intensity and saturation). Unlike some other knitting books, she doesn’t spend a lot of time on one technique or one item of clothing, but gives the reader different characteristics and tendencies of fabrics and encourages the reader to experiment. The style is detailed and factual, but is backed up by a theoretical framework. It’s easy to understand but will give you the tools and concepts to do more yourself. (In those of you who enjoy Myers Briggs personality, this book was written by an N in S language.) It’s not the best book to pick up if you want to learn knitting by yourself, because it lacks diagrams, but it’s a pleasant, informative read for someone who has started learning but wants to delve deeper into the craft.

** Luxury Knitting: The Ultimate Guide to Exquisite Yarns Cashmere, Merino and Silk ~ This book explains the history and characteristics of three types of “luxury” materials: cashmere, silk and merino wool. Though the sections on the characteristics of the materials (e.g. drape, stretch, memory etc…) was extremely useful, the historical overview and current day production was brief and general. I had the impression that the author was romanticizing the work and the lifestyles of these wool and silk farmers living at subsistence in far-off countries. She doesn’t present a particular in depth study and does not explore the difficulties or challenges of their livelihood or the injustices that may be involved in compensation for their products. The author also annoyingly alludes constantly to the fact that high quality yarn is the same stuff used by the luxury fashion industry (perhaps a result of owning a luxury yarn store on Madison/Fifth Avenue area in NY). The book also explores different blends of high quality yarn materials and presents a useful list of good quality yarns. Some have criticized the list, because they’ve noted that these yarns are all available at the author‘s store, but I’m not too bothered by it since they retail all over the place. The book also contains several patterns, specifically geared for each type of material. While it does contain a few patterns I like (a lace sweater, silk decorative pillows), it also contains some incredibly ugly ones (blue and pink pastel cover-up thing with matching mink fur). The patterns in and of themselves were rather basic and simple—they are also photographed in artsy manners that make you suspicious that the actual garment doesn’t fit very well.

Saturday, December 15, 2007

why retire?

Alternatively: “Retirement” is a damaging societal construction that designates the elderly as unproductive, unimportant and expendable outcasts of society.

Retirement also suggests that the ultimate goal of life rests in some form of leisure and withdrawal from meaningful activity. Play cards, collect seashells, watch soap operas, until you get enough diseases that you either die or cannot function anymore.

Alternatively: Why withdraw from life?

Alternatively: Our society does not value the elderly. They were once considered the repository of wisdom and often consulted for their guidance – now we are suspicious of the old and traditional, because they can’t possibly be as sophisticated and knowledgeable as ourselves, because we have you know, all this new knowledge and technology and international cultural exchange and all. And plus, they’re old. Their brains must not work as well. Despite the fact that vintage and recycled clothing have definitely grown trendy, it still seems like the old will never be the new new.

Alternatively: Why retire? I know plenty of people who are well over their 65 years, but are still active, contributing members of society, that debatably have done more than I would on a two-year Peace Corps stint:

  • Wilson Goode, who may not have been the best of all mayors for Philadelphia, earned a Doctorate of Ministry at age 62, and then started working as the director of Amachi, a nonprofit established to help children with incarcerated parents. I had the privilege of meeting him recently, and he’s nearly seventy, but still actively involved.
  • Gay Brasher ~ My former speech and debate coach from high school. While I was in high school, there was constant talk of her retirement. However, many many years later, not only has she not retired, but she’s also continued to coach the high school team to top ranks nationally, and started middle school speech and debate clubs.
  • Jim Di Raddo ~ The new temporary supply pastor at our church is slightly over 75, but still is running up stairs, full of fire and passion, and wisdom.
Activity, rather than rest, is helpful and restorative to aging body:

The brain, like every other part of the body, changes with age, and those changes can impede clear thinking and memory. Yet many older people seem to remain sharp as a tack well into their 80s and beyond. Although their pace may have slowed, they continue to work, travel, attend plays and concerts, play cards and board games, study foreign languages, design buildings, work with computers, write books, do puzzles, knit or perform other mentally challenging tasks that can befuddle people much younger.

But when these sharp old folks die, autopsy studies often reveal extensive brain abnormalities like those in patients with Alzheimer’s… Later studies indicated that up to two-thirds of people with autopsy findings of Alzheimer’s disease were cognitively intact when they died.

In 2001, Dr. Scarmeas published a long-term study of cognitively healthy elderly New Yorkers. On average, those who pursued the most leisure activities of an intellectual or social nature had a 38 percent lower risk of developing dementia. The more activities, the lower the risk.

Long-term studies in other countries, including Sweden and China, have also found that continued social interactions helped protect against dementia. The more extensive an older person’s social network, the better the brain is likely to work, the research suggests. Especially helpful are productive or mentally stimulating activities pursued with other people, like community gardening, taking classes, volunteering or participating in a play-reading group.

Perhaps the most direct route to a fit mind is through a fit body.*


~ Mental Reserves Keep Brains Agile by Jane Brody

Why resign ourselves to collecting seashells and yachts and other meaningless trivialities when there’s plenty do when we are old? If we believe that the world doesn’t matter anymore once we’re 65, then it’s likely that the world will believe that we don’t matter much either, except for perhaps, retirement home sellers and other entrepreneurs pursuing commercially promising opportunities.



*Just a side note as another reason to bike! (Or walk!) Wow I just walked from 2nd and Market to 30th street today. phew!

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

here's to biking

Though my poor dear fiancé now currently suffers from a lip laceration and chipped tooth, general cosmetic unpleasantness, and medical bills, his mother is still recovering from brain damage inflicted by a rear SUV collision in Feburary.

So I wonder why do people think SUV’s are safer than cars? Look at these statistics (these are odds of dying if you’re in a crash):

Odds of Death vs. Injury in Crashes by Vehicle

Vehicle

Deaths

Injuries

Odds

Bus

17

17,000

1 in 1000

Car, Station Wagon

21,969

2,378,000

1 in 108

Pickup, SUV, Van

10,224

768,000

1 in 75

Bicycle

813

58,000

1 in 71

Large Truck

717

31,000

1 in 43

Motorcycle, Motorbike

2,106

54,000

1 in 26

On Foot

5,307

77,000

1 in 15

Data From NHTSA Traffic Safety Facts 1997

~ From Is Cycling Dangerous? on Ken Kifer’s Bike Pages

My apologies to those I know who are SUV drivers, but they only offer the illusion of safety!* Not only are they gas guzzlers, but they endanger both who ride within it and others who are on the road. So if you really must buy a car, in the case that a car sharing program or public transportation is unavailable, please atleast invest in something sensible that doesn’t take up three quarters of the road.

But please do consider riding a bike! I am by no means one of those crazy super intense bike-obsessed people like my fiancé (I don’t eagerly find myself commenting on Bike Snob though I do read it…..). To be honest, I prefer the comfort of a car where I’m not as exposed to the wind and other various unpleasant elements.** In fact, it’s usually a struggle to make myself ride my bike to work, but when I do, the moment I start peddling, I’m usually glad I did. So in the interests of sustainability, exercise and the practicality of getting places fast without a car, here’s to biking!


For those of you who are a little wary of navigating the roads on two wheels, it does take a bit of adjustment. When I bought my bike in June, I had not biked regularly since childhood, much less done any city riding. It was scary to bike on city roads at first. I went slowly (well, I still go slowly) and started making mental notes of all potentially dangerous hazards (cars, car doors, pedestrians, and trolley tracks) and situations (two-way unprotected left turns because cars turning left don't notice that you have the right of way, getting squished between a row of automobiles because cars don't notice you, right turning cars that don’t notice you…). It took me until the end of July (and the loss of my subway pass) before I attempted to ride to work, and probably until the end of September or October before I started enjoying the ride. Even now, it’s still stressful for me to bike at night, but I’ve found myself in close-call situations far less often than when I began.

And in the spirit of my previous blog entry and at the risk of sounding really tacky, it is good to experience the physicality of riding a bike. Instead of the climate controlled metal shell of a car where the outside world can sometimes seem simulacral, when you ride a bike, the rest of the world feels real. You feel directly connected with the ground, with your environment and with your movement as you pedal and steer. You might be able to fly around in the air in Second Life and see magnificent aerial shots on your monitor, but you certainly won't be able to feel the wind on your cheeks or the gentle increase of your heart rate as you do when you cycle around the city.


*Okay, to be fair, there’s always evidence to support both sides of the argument. In a brief google search, I found a few articles claiming that SUV’s are safer than cars:
Here’s stuff saying that SUVs are less safe:
** … as long as I’m not driving!
*** If you don’t own a bike, consider investing in a good one. Be prepared to spend several hundred dollars on a decent used bike, and up to a thousand for a new one. If you’re in Philly, check out Firehouse Bikes for a good quality used bike or Trophy Bikes for something new that’s pricier. There are also some neat nonprofits relating to biking: Neighbourhood Bike Works and Spokesperson.
**** My brother has built a website with comics about bears sometimes.

Saturday, December 08, 2007

for the love of flesh


As Second Life continues to spread its meta domination of the seemingly infinite expanse of cyberspace and the limited confines our everyday lives, I remember how much I love the physical.

Matt and I recently found a beautiful third floor 2-bedroom apartment at a corner house in Garden Court near Malcolm X/Black Oak Park. Original hardwood floors. Huge windows. Large rooms. Lots of light. A home for us, atleast until rent gets too expensive. I feel like it will be a place where I will love living and being (with Matt of course).


It is good to feel the chill of morning air as I slip out of my warm cozy bed. It is good to walk my slippery way across the icy sidewalks. It is good to feel warmth returning to my ears after biking around in the cold. It is good to be able to sense the varieties of feeling that our bodies are designed to experience.

It is good to touch and feel. It is good to remember that our bodies are good, that our enlightenment and salvation does not exist in some ethereal airy region of the netherworld, but in a tangible, concrete, redeemed existence of what is physical. (We know that we have become gnostics, when we think that prayer is a more spiritual act than sex.)


The simulation of Second Life does hold its appeal to me—the idea that you can be things you would never be, go to places that you’d never go to, fly around and survey the landscape from the comfort of your own home—the illusion that you are not limited by your physical body or your physical situation.

But I am not just whoever I want to fashion myself to be. I do not believe I can create my own identity according to my preferences. There is something more essential inside. There is something more true that I am becoming. I am real. I am made out of flesh. I can touch and be touched. I have a body. And there is something so intangibly beautiful about the pleasures and the vicissitudes of what is tangible. Maybe I’m missing out by not starting a second life, but I am counting on there being enough in this life to keep me busy and satisfied.


Tuesday, December 04, 2007

entitlement vs. gratitude

The thinness of the new atheism is evident in its approach to our civilization, which until recently was religious to its core. To regret religion is, in fact, to regret our civilization and its monuments, its achievements, and its legacy. And in my own view, the absence of religious faith, provided that such faith is not murderously intolerant, can have a deleterious effect upon human character and personality. If you empty the world of purpose, make it one of brute fact alone, you empty it (for many people, at any rate) of reasons for gratitude, and a sense of gratitude is necessary for both happiness and decency. For what can soon, and all too easily, replace gratitude is a sense of entitlement. Without gratitude, it is hard to appreciate, or be satisfied with, what you have: and life will become an existential shopping spree that no product satisfies.

~ from a very excellent article, What the New Atheists Don’t See by atheist/agnostic (I forget which) Theodore Dalrymple

Human rights have increasingly become the defining idea in Western morality over the past two centuries. They have changed our conceptions of right and wrong, of permissibility and impermissibility, atleast as importantly, they have changed the very nature of moral debate. It bears repeating, therefore, that human rights are essentially an invention of the eighteenth century Enlightenment. Traditional systems of morality worked on the principle of obligation: act this way, don’t do that; you must; you shouldn’t. Human rights reverse this and tell the person what is his or her due. The person from whom something was expected becomes the putative recipient of care or provision with hand outstretched in righteous demand. Human rights are not the correlative of obligations, as its defenders might claim, but the converse; instead of being a mirror-image way of expressing duties, it is—in its cumulative effects, even if not explicitly—a denial of them. That is why all the enculturation mechanisms of turn-of-the-millennium Western societies—education, the Babel of the media, peer pressure—have bred two generations with little or no sense of their own obligations. At most, conservative-minded politicians whine about the “need to balance rights with obligations.” Such blandishments are good for rallying cheers of support, but they do so to no discernible social effect, for the “obligations” that the audience have in mind are always those of others, never of themselves; their own enculturation processes are too strong to work in any other way than to highlight grievances—and so to see themselves as sinned against, not as sinned.
~ excerpts from the very thought-provoking book, Why the Rest Hates the West by Meic Pearse,

This is not to say the concept of human rights are bad—they have served as good guidelines for how other human beings should be treated. However, for those of us who are the lucky few of the wealthy west, they should be primarily guidelines for what we strive to give to others, instead of what we demand to receive.

Tread carefully, because we really are entitled to nothing. And if we do not act responsibly and gratefully with what we have received, then perhaps it too will be taken away.

Monday, December 03, 2007

all that glitters is not gold

When I first stumbled upon the new housing projects for lower income families in Philadelphia, I have to admit, I celebrated. The rows of identical homes seemed so clean and sparkly after walking through streets of abandoned and dirty old housing stock. But visit a housing project a few years later, and it will look like a bland Edward Scissorhands suburb gone bad—with broken glass on the ground, restlessness in the air and houses fallen into disrepair.

The new housing is often poorly constructed and designed. Oftentimes, the walls between houses are not fireproofed. After their shiny newness wears off, they look a whole lot more ugly than rehabilitated early 20th century row homes, which give much of Philadelphia its architectural character.

A nonprofit organization dedicated primarily to property rehab and renovation is facing drastic funding cuts that may force them to close because a national housing group has decided to focus on new housing because its results are more measurable.

It’s sad. A nonprofit doing valuable work is failing just because “300 new homes created” sounds so much better than “300 homes renovated”. Or perhaps because new homes are easier to count than it is to determine the value created from restoring an abandoned buildings, or from performing major repairs on an existing property. Or perhaps because we just like what’s new and flashy, or what’s streamlined and efficient. But creation of the new is not always better than restoration of the old. All that glitters is not gold.


* It's been awhile. My blog writing appears to have gone into hibernation with the onset of the cold weather and of my endless wedding/life related to-do lists.