Archive for October, 2006

Grameen

Saturday, October 14th, 2006

Image © I’m trying to trace

A cloud of witnesses. To whom? To what?
To the small fire that never leaves the sky.
To the great fire that boils the daily pot.

To all the things we are not remembered by,
Which we remember and bless. To all the things
That will not notice when we die,

Yet lend the passing moment words and wings

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To make is such. Let us make. And set the weather fair.

IN A celebratory mood. The Nobel has gone to Grameen. Microfinance and lending are powerful forces for change in developing nations, and Muhammad Yunus’ model has heart and managerial and intellectual soundness, using business principles in support of a social mission. This prize gives recognition to the great work he’s done and will generate publicity and feed more resources into this first-rate initiative.

Microcredit is the extension of small loans, typically US$50 to US$100, to entrepreneurs too poor to qualify for traditional bank loans. Grameen Bank has been instrumental in helping millions of poor Bangladeshis, many of them women, improve their standard of living by letting them borrow small sums to start businesses. Loans go toward buying items such as cows to start a dairy, chickens for an egg business, or mobile phones to start businesses where villagers who have no access to phones pay a small fee to make calls.

(Culled from the CNN article)

You can find out more about how it differs from conventional banking here, and here’s a video on the work they do.

More than one billion people are condemned to live on less than US$1 per day. Such a crisis demands tangible solutions, put into practice on a wide scale. It requires leadership from civil society and governments. Microfinance is one of the most powerful solutions to poverty in existence today, and Dr. Yunus is the leader most responsible for developing and implementing it in Bangladesh and globally.

- From the Grameen Foundation website

The bank and its clients deserve our respect. They’ve got heart and they’ve got brains. This system that helps break the cycle of poverty appeals to my bone-deep Rawlsian conviction that social equality is the way. As I said earlier, good economics and grassroots community work end war.

World War I was supposed to be the war to end wars. Then it was World War II. But war doesn’t end war. Global understanding ends war. Justice and equality and schools and hospitals end war. The peace corps, volunteers and all tracks of diplomacy end war. Good economics ends war.

Kudos also to the other nominees, who show the best spirit of makers. What we need are more people like them, with integrity and drive and vision and determination, a gift for detail and knowledge of their limitations, while being remarkably free from the afflictions of inferiority, persecution or messianic complexes.

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A site where you can donate to the Grameen Foundation. There’s no point if I just drone on and on about Rawls and Amartya Sen ad nauseum without making a real difference.

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Warren Buffett on estate tax and welfare —

“If you take away the estate tax, that money will have to come from somewhere else. If not from estate taxes then you inherently get it from poorer citizens. Less than 2% of estates will pay the estate tax. They would still have $50 million left over on average. I think those that get the lucky tickets should pay the most to the common causes of society. I believe in a big redistribution. Wealth is a bunch of claim checks that I can turn in for houses, etc. To pass those claim checks down to the next generation is the wrong approach. But for those that think I am perpetuating the welfare state, consider if you are born to a rich parent. You get a whole bunch of stocks right at the beginning of your life, and thus you are sort of on a welfare state of support from your rich parents from the beginning. What’s the difference?”

Getting started, keeping going

Wednesday, October 11th, 2006

A golden sunset, 2000
Image © a friend

Getting started, keeping going, getting started again – in art and in life, it seems to me this is the essential rhythm not only of achievement but of survival, the ground of convinced action, the basis of self-esteem and the guarantee of credibility in your lives, credibility to yourselves as well as to others.

I’ve uploaded a new page on Seamus Heaney to add to the slowly growing words collection on the homepage.

Talent and the art of writing is “boldness in face of the blank sheet”. The sheer exhilaration of those words is already enough to convince you of their truth, the truth that getting started is more than half the battle. One of the great Sufi teachers expressed the same wisdom in a slightly different way. “A great idea,” he said, “will come to you three times. If you go with it the first time, it will do nearly all the work for you. Even if you don’t move until the second time, it will still do half the work for you. But if you leave it until the third time, you will have to do all the work yourself.”

So yes, Kristina, I’ll write with you.

Here’s a gem of a quotation from Toni Morrison:

If there’s a book you really want to read but it hasn’t been written yet, then you must write it.

É a promessa de vida no teu coração

Monday, October 9th, 2006

Visited a beautiful thriving garden today, smelled crushed curry leaves and admired cats’ whiskers and laksa leaves and staghorn ferns growing on a rain tree. And there was flourishing mint! And sweet basil! I didn’t know they could grow so happily and healthily in Singapore.

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岁月的一天一月一季一年 — some songs just go together —

Rent’s Seasons of love

Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes,
Five hundred twenty-five thousand moments so dear.
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure, measure a year?

In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights
In cups of coffee, in inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife.

In five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure a year in the life?

How about love? How about love?
How about love? Measure in love

Seasons of love. Seasons of love

Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
Five hundred twenty-five thousand journeys to plan.

Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure the life of a woman or a man?

In truths that she learned, or in times that he cried.
In bridges he burned, or the way that she died.

It’s time now to sing out,
Though the story never ends
Let’s celebrate, remember a year in the life of friends
Remember the love!
Remember the love!
Seasons of love!

In diapers, report cards, in spoke wheels, in speeding tickets
In contracts, dollars, in funerals, in births.
In five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes -
how do you figure a last year on earth?
Figure in love
Figure in love
Figure in love. Measure love.
Seasons of love. Seasons of love.

Jean-Jacque Goldman’s Quelque part, quelqu’un

Six planètes en plus de notre Terre (err, he can sing but he can’t always count, as YL pointed out)
Six continents dans cinq océans
Douze mois pour une années entière
Cinq milliards de gens et tellement d’absents
Huit et un mois pour une grossesse
Douze apôtres et dix commandements
Quatre et deux piliers d’une sagesse
Et quelque part, sûrement, quelqu’un qui m’attend

Trente-six justes, autant de chandelles
Dans 500 millions de galaxies
Trois Glorieuses mais sept merveilles
Quatre saisons plus belles après Vivaldi
Cinq sens et sept plaies d’Egypte
Trois dimensions, quatre vérités
Vingt et quatre livres, une Bible
Et quelque part, sûrement, quelqu’un à aimer

Et je me fous bien des trois mousquetaires
De mes quatre ou cinq litres de sang
Mais je ferai plus de cent ans de guerre
Pour être à elle à deux cent pour cent
Des jours à Pékin, trois sifflets d’un train
Trois types de rencontres et sept nains
Sept samouraïs et 101 dalmatiens
Et quelque part, sûrement, rien qu’à moi quelqu’un

Six planètes en plus de notre Terre
Six continents dans cinq océans
Douze mois pour une année entière
Et quelque part, sûrement, quelqu’un qui m’attend
Quelqu’un qui m’attend…

Jobim’s Águas de Março
(this site has lyrics for the English version)

É pau, é pedra,
é o fim do caminho
É um resto de toco,
é um pouco sozinho

É um caco de vidro,
é a vida, é o sol
É a noite, é a morte,
é um laço, é o anzol

É peroba do campo,
é o nó da madeira
Caingá, candeia,
é o Matita Pereira

É madeira de vento,
tombo da ribanceira
É o mistério profundo,
é o queira ou não queira

É o vento ventando,
é o fim da ladeira
É a viga, é o vão,
festa da cumeeira

É a chuva chovendo,
é conversa ribeira
Das águas de março,
é o fim da canseira

É o pé, é o chão,
é a marcha estradeira
Passarinho na mão,
pedra de atiradeira

É uma ave no céu,
é uma ave no chão
É um regato, é uma fonte,
é um pedaço de pão

É o fundo do poço,
é o fim do caminho
No rosto o desgosto,
é um pouco sozinho

É um estrepe, é um prego,
é uma conta, é um conto
É uma ponta, é um ponto,
é um pingo pingando

É um peixe, é um gesto,
é uma prata brilhando
É a luz da manhã,
é o tijolo chegando

É a lenha, é o dia,
é o fim da picada
É a garrafa de cana,
o estilhaço na estrada

É o projeto da casa,
é o corpo na cama
É o carro enguiçado,
é a lama, é a lama

É um passo, é uma ponte,
é um sapo, é uma rã
É um resto de mato,
na luz da manhã

São as águas de março
fechando o verão
É a promessa de vida
no teu coração

É uma cobra, é um pau,
é João, é José
É um espinho na mão,
é um corte no pé

É um passo, é uma ponte,
é um sapo, é uma rã
É um belo horizonte,
é uma febre terçã

São as águas de março
fechando o verão
É a promessa de vida
no teu coração

Fourth blood donation

Wednesday, October 4th, 2006

bottles

Image © Maria Eugenia

Was in the neighbourhood after meeting a lovely friend at a lovely Viennese-style cafe down Neil Road, so I went to the HSA to give blood.

It was fast and didn’t hurt a whit, though as usual I turned slightly green before the needle went in. Had much fun joking and laughing with a nurse from Myanmar, who showed me a sample of my “thick and vibrant” blood.

Every hour of the day, eight units of blood are needed in Singapore. Only about half of that is usually available, which results in prioritising transfusion/surgery cases. About 1-2% of Singaporeans are donors, and about 30% of these are women. Give it a try if you’ve not done so before. Your blood could help save the life of an accident victim, a patient with kidney failure, liver disease or burns, a newborn baby, someone undergoing major surgery or a patient living with cancer or severe anaemia.