Month: December 2010

  • Fighting off the seagulls

    So I left Indianapolis and there is a 4 point something earthquake. Hmm…coincidence? (grin)

    A rather perfect flight schedule: I flew into Miami around 10am, dropped off my heavy (second) backpack, and got a bus to the beach. Miami has made some updates since the last time I was here: instead of having to take 2 buses, a transfer, and an hour and a half, they have an express shuttle that takes 35 minutes.

    So before 11am, I went from rainy snow (earthquake) Indy to sunny beach Miami. I filled my belly with cheese and bakery fresh bread and fell asleep in the sand. While there are people swimming, it isn’t warm enough for me yet–I still have on my sweater. And lots of sand.

    Someone decided to feed the seagulls, and now I have to fight them off.

    I pretty much love my life.

    My plane flies out of Miami at 9pm, and I wake up tomorrow morning in Brazil. Yesssss. Now for a couple more hours of sunshine, blue waves, and the Miami Beach Library…

    Oh! Happy news! My cell phone doesn’t work the moment I leave the US, but my new skype number does. It is a 317 number, so for you, it is just like calling my cell or home phone–but it is connected to my computer, so I can receive those calls(but not texts) in Brazil (or anywhere else, for that matter).

    The downfall is I have to be where internet is to connect to my end of skype. You can call me at anytime and leave a message, and then when I am able, I can call you back. My apartment has really nice internet, but I will probably only be at my apartment weekday evenings–and not until summer vacation is over (summer vacation in Brazil is the first couple of weeks of January). Once I get everything situated, I hope to have lots of calls:). Here is my number: 317-644-6772

    Happy New Year!

  • Best pictures of 2010

    …Or, my year in 23 pictures.

    1 Rowan Garrett Embry: March 21, 20102 Easter! 3 Youth Center 4 Girls Confrence5Getting cuter 6 Road Trip! 4,000 miles to Canada and back.7 Beautiful Montana8 Ice cream is better in Canada9 Supercamp: dream job baby!10 Always in my heart11 State Fair12 Moving fast13 The good part about the center14 My girls are all grown up15 Party in Jamestown16 No more party in Williamsburg17 I love ‘em!18 Halloween19 Don’t I have a beautiful family?20 yep, it tastes good21 Sisters, sisters, never were there such devoted sisters…22 Snow and friends23 And red lipstick kisses

    Cheers to an amazing year, and hats off to the one to come–

    Happy New Year!

  • Some of the best times of my life

    Seriously…amazing times. Sometimes I stop and say “Why the heck are you leaving? You have it SO GOOD here!” And I do…but I miss my kids. And I am ready to go.

    But I must brag a little on lovely times with lovely people:

    Weekend before Christmas: camping with friends and family at Potato Creek

    Last Monday: graduated! My final final

    Last Wednesday: best Christmas caroling party ever at Anna’s house

    Last Thursday: Wicked, live

    Last Friday: Lunch with friends, Midnight mass

    CHRISTMAS!:)

    Monday: Lunch with friends, 2:00pm with friends, 4:00pm with friends, Dinner with family and friends, 8:00pm with friends

    Today: Breakfast with friends, lunch with friends.

    Thanks a lot guys–getting me all fat with all this wonderful food before I leave and go to the beach–white and plump!

    So, ummm…I am packing right now. yep. Can’t you tell?

  • Crush

    My crush on Malcolm Gladwell began with “Outliers,” reached an apex with “The Tipping Point,” but continues lazily on with “What the Dog Saw.” I mean, normally, I don’t even read prefaces. Do you read prefaces? Who reads prefaces. After I had marked and underlined quite a bit of the preface to “What the Dog Saw,” I knew…he was a good one.

    “ The trick is to convince yourself that everyone and everything has a story to tell. I say trick but what I really mean is challenge, because it’s a very hard thing to do. Our instincts as humans, after all, is to assume that most things are not interesting. We fliter and rank and judge. We have to. There’s just so much out there. But if you want to be a writer, you have to fight that instinct every day. Shampoo doesn’t seem interesting? Well, dang it, it must be, and if it isn’t, I have to believe that it will ultimately lead me to something that is.”

    “Good writing does not succeed or fail on the strength of its ability to persuade. Not the kind of writing that you’ll find in this book, anyway. It succeeds or fails on the strength of its ability to engage you, to make you think, to give you a glimpse into someone else’s head—even if in the end you conclude that someone else’s head is not the place you’d really like to be. I’ve called these pieces adventures, because that is what they are intended to be. Enjoy yourself.”

    Then in the book:  “How do you persuade people to disrupt their lives? Not merely by ingratiation or sincerity, and not by being famous or beautiful. You have to explain the invention to customers—not once or twice but three or four times, with a different twist each time. You have to show them exactly how it works and why it works, and make them follow your hands as you chop liver with it, and then tell them precisely how it fits into their routine, and finally, sell them on the paradoxical fact that, revolutionary as the gadget is, it’s not at all hard to use.”

    I didn’t get to finish reading the book. It was due at the library. booooo.

  • Merry Christmas (Letter)

    I’ve been in the United States all of 2010, but I will leave the day before it is over (December 30), to return to Brazil. This year’s objective was to finish my bachelor’s degree at IUPUI, put together the curriculum for Living Stones, and get the training I needed to serve better in Brazil. It has been a fantastic time, filled with family and friends and good times.

    This has been my first year spent entirely in the USA  since I was 21—my first fall in four years. Spring semester was crazy busy, taking 15 credits (with writing classes that got some of my articles published) and working 30 hours at the youth center, running the tutorial program as well as the girl’s activities.

    Working at the center off and on since 2002, my original kids have all grown up, and many are beginning families of their own. The new generation at the youth center are dealing with a lot of gang problems, resulting in many fights. I, for my part, took home a black eye. More exciting changes included becoming an auntie: Rowan Garrett was born March 21, 2010.

    Brazil continued to pull at my heart, and during the summer, while I was teaching at my dream job in North Carolina (with Supercamp), I presented a session on writing goals. Sharing my goal, I said I wanted to start/assist with 10 Living Stones in 10 towns in 10 years. As soon as the words were out of my mouth I knew this was something special.

    Living Stones is the program, like a community center, serving meals and extra portions of love to at-risk and street children in Northeast Brazil. Last year I spent six months getting to know some of these children, playing dodge ball and sharing Bible stories as well as seeing poverty up close and personal: for many of these children, the meal they receive at Living Stones is the only meal they will have all day.

    I want to work with the local churches to make this program in as many places as possible: hopefully 10 different towns in 10 years. Not knowing future plans, time is also a step of faith. I don’t really know what specifics will look like until they come, and have a feeling that they will change many times even then.

    This fall, taking 20 credits has been another adventure, including tap dancing and fencing (not at the same time). My dad had a heart attack, but he is recovering well, and all the plans for Brazil are coming together as the semester ends. In the past, Living Stones worked in conjunction with the government program called PETI (the program to eradicate children working) to serve 147 children in the city of Paudalho. The government provided the food, and the church provided the location and love. Due to promises broken and great corruption in the local government, that connection will be ending in December.

    The church is hoping to be able to continue the Living Stones program, but without the assistance of the government, the members cannot do it on their own. The cost of the Living Stone’s program is about $1 per day per child. With 60 people committing to support a child at $30 a month, we are hoping to spread that money out to as many of the original 147 children in the program as possible.

    The needs are high, the cost is great. I am leaving with my tourist visa, hoping to get my work visa while there, and stay indefinitely. I am making the jump into full-time missionary, teaching English at the International school, but mostly working with Living Stones. There are personal support needs, but mostly the focus on making sure these children in Brazil will be able to have a meal: the program ends in December.

    If you would like to be a part of this program, please join me in taking these needs to our Father’s throne. For specific prayer requests, you can follow my journey on www.xanga.com/rwinzeler. If you would be interested in coming to visit, or have other questions, please e-mail me at amobrasil99@hotmail.com. If you would like to give, you can through www.wribrazil.com. 

    God bless,

    Rachel Winzeler

  • Capital Christmas

    I went to the hospital and visited one of the girls from the youth center. A baby boy. She is only 15, and I have known her since she was 8. She looked so small in the hospital bad, the Colts droned on the TV above us. Her eyes were tired, but proud. under six pounds, he is too little for me to feel safe holding. He has a head full of black hair that waves like fire, and every once in awhile, he opened his big black eyes and looked out. It filled the room–his innocence, his newness. The chorus of “awww” from everyone in the room, for he is the center. She is only 15, this mother, who asked me to pray for her baby.

    It is less than a week until Christmas and I turn on the radio and hear it: Luke 2, read by a child. And I remember. It isn’t December 25. It isn’t the decorations and candy that have been on display since Halloween–it is a random day that someone somewhere in history decided it would be a good idea to remember an even–THE event. Of a baby being born, maybe under six pounds. From a little mother, maybe less than 15 years old.

    “What are you doing for Christmas?” I ask her, and she shrugs, rocking her baby gently as all mothers do, to a special rhythm that her baby will learn is only hers.  “I’m just glad i’ll be out of this hospital by then.” She tells me, shaking some formula in her free hand. Christmas isn’t this word that I see in my mind in capital letters. It isn’t this apex of the year that we plan around and hope for and set up on a pedestal. It is a lot more like that hospital room: coming to see a new life–new possibilities that were not there before. It is to remember the newness and innocence, the wonder of gifts given without our deserving them. But it is also about leaving the hospital. Of new responsibilities that sometimes cry in the middle of the night and yell at the most inconvenient times. It will be the best thing that young girl has ever known. It will also be the hardest.

    Merry Christmas.

  • Neverending Student

    Graduation comes slowly, creeping towards me as I close one book and then another, turn in one more paper, one more presentation, one more project. Actually, the last final is on the 20th, but who is counting? Classes end on the 13th. The past couple weeks I have been holed up in my room, coming upstairs to get snacks and water so I won’t get dehydrated.

    Finally, at the end, I have mastered the APA format. I can whip out a 3 page paper before breakfast, with a bibliography page. A 5,000 word utopia named Frankenstein. And maybe, just maybe–have straight “A”s in 20 credits my last semester.

    I like school. But it is time to end sometime. Perhaps not–I might be going after my student visa in Brazil (if not the work visa), so that means looking into grad classes. hmmm. I think I will be more happy about that idea after Christmas break. Why does it seem SOOOOO long between Thanksgiving and Finals? Oh, because you eat, breathe, and live homework.

    Luckily, I have some amazing friends who come and rescue me. Special shout out to Anna, Carina, Erica, Jazzy, Sara, Wrianna, Dana, and Etolia for laughter and fun that save my brain from frying completely. And of course John, mom, and dad who put up with a pajama-wearing grump who raids the fridge at all hours.

    Two weeks until Christmas, you guys. Tomorrow is my open house, so please come. I feel it creeping towards me…the last goodbyes as I head toward Brazil. But not yet…not just yet.

    God be with you.

  • 5,000 words. My Utopia called Frankenstein

    From the beginning of this class I have wanted to write my own utopia. The further into the class, the more I realized how hard that would be. Then came the brilliant words which are attributed to Anthony D’Angelo “Don’t reinvent the wheel, just realign it.

    Great thinkers throughout time have put forth a lot of effort to produce their utopias, and I agree with many of the things that they have to say. I just need to tweak a bit, and take the Frankenstein approach—a little from here, a little from there—to create my new monster.

    Making “The Change:” Outward and Inward Revolution

    In creating my utopia, it requires outward and inward revolution. Outwardly, everyone’s needs must be met, and inwardly, it must be realized that those needs are being met. Repression (dealing with the balance of freedom and equality) and human nature (so the inner change can be realized and actualized) are important parts of making this change or leap into utopia. The description and ideas of these two aspects are taken from my own previous papers on utopia.

    It only takes one thing out of place or in disharmony, and utopia has turned into dystopia (this fine line is covered most thoroughly in the 21st century utopian writing, such as Brave New World, and Nineteen eighty-four). Either people are somehow transformed to not be able to be imperfect (or create dystopia), or they continue in imperfection, and the disharmony/imperfection is somehow repressed/controlled.

    I disagree with the “desire-less” human nature state that many utopian writers present to create a utopia (Where reason is king, and decisions are no longer emotionally driven, such as in More’s Utopia, or Jonathan Swift’s Gulliver’s Travels), and instead, for my utopia, have a uniting drive in human nature (a positive objective), and use repression as a personal, sacrificial decision made to balance freedom and equality.

    A willingness to repress some of my own individuality may be needed to maintain the change toward utopia. Since each person’s utopia looks different, if my utopia involves working because it brings me pleasure, and for John Doe it does not involve work because work is enslavement, a collective utopia would, in some form, involve repression to some extent, since our ideas are incompatible. This “giving in” of some of my personal freedom is what creates the balance of freedom and common good for all.

    While most utopian writers think that human nature will comply with utopian ideals as soon as society’s vices are removed (More, and many others noted the removal private property, wealth, and status), I disagree. These are important issues, but will not certify that people will fall in line. As brought up in class, we should never underestimate the creativity of human nature: when one set of problems are removed, we are sure to find another.

    Marcuse points out that “all the material and intellectual forces which could be put to work for the realization of a free society are at hand. That they are not used for that purpose is to be attributed to the total mobilization of existing society against its own potential for liberation.”  (Marcuse, 1967). Much of this is because our description of “basic needs” has changed. Where we should be moving up Maslow’ hierarchy of needs, we instead create a new bottom level once we have climbed up the previous one—instead of moving to the next level of needs.

    My utopia builds upon what is learned from the real life example of the utopian project of the Kibbutz. Melford Spiro overviews the four generations in the Kibbutz movement, and studies the outcome of the children who were raised in the utopian environment.

    Since these children were raised to be collectivists, the conclusion is that they would become so naturally. Surprisingly, they were not, even though everything around them was, and they were taught from the very beginning to be. The article concludes that individualism is natural to human nature: “that preferences for individual over collective possessions, privacy over togetherness, personal over group interests, and freedom over equality…are human nature.” (Spiro, 2004, p. 564).

    Spiro points out three things that happened to create something different (collectivism) that lead to the beginning of the kibbutz and utopian living: first, “adolescent rebellion against parents and other authority figures who represented the values of the regnant social order,” second, “an emotionally powerful social experience (or experiences),” and lastly, “a motivationally powerful belief system.” (Spiro, 2004, p.564). These three things are what form my utopia, put slightly different: distance from the past, powerful unifying experiences, and a strong belief system.

    Distance from the Past

    Since we are not naturally inclined towards collectivism (a major part of utopia), it requires a choice, a personal limitation of individual freedom for the good of all. The first part of the three step plan towards utopia is the rebellion, or distancing from the past.

    Utopias are normally distanced from the present through time (being set in a futuristic time period, like Looking Backward, News From Nowhere) or physical space (More’s Utopia, Herland) or both (The Dispossessed, Red Mars). My utopia is distanced through time (set in the future, not too close yet not too far), and is a non-violent progression, as was in Looking Backward. Not all rebellions or revolutions need to involve violence: perhaps just a (violent) change in consciousness.

    In Looking Backward, “All that society had to do was to recognize and cooperate with that evolution, when its tendency had become unmistakable.” (Bellamy, 2003, p.72) That does seem a little incredulous, but we will go with it. In the story, all the monopolies kept getting bigger and bigger until they became one, and then that became the peoples. “The people of the United States concluded to assume the conduct of their own business, just as…before they had assumed the conduct of their own government.” (Bellamy, 2003, p. 76)

    Marcuse’s idea (1967) was that to break with present realities and move toward utopia requires “the simple refusal to take part in the blessings of the “affluent society.” (As seen in some of the beatnik and hippie movements). Refusing the affluence that could easily be theirs led to positive change. Looking at great men and women who made a difference in history, there is a commonality among them: they turned down, or repressed their personal desires for many other things. They were focused, driven, and would not be distracted by other options to complete their goals. This is what it would take to create my utopia.

    Jameson introduces the idea of the terror of obliteration; that in order to make the jump from present reality to utopia, you have to let go of all of the past. Like the “science-fictional figure…is warned that salvation will be possible only at the price of allowing the entire personality…to be wiped away without a trace.” (Jameson, 2004) Although my utopia progresses naturally, it requires a willingness to let go of the past and everything and enter with open hands, like in The Dispossessed:

     “If it is the future you seek, then I tell you that you must come to it with empty hands. You must come to it alone, and naked, as a child comes into the world, into his future, without any past, without any property, wholly dependent on other people for his life. You cannot take what you have not given, and you must give yourself. You cannot buy the revolution. You cannot make the revolution. You can only be the revolution. It is in your spirit, or it is nowhere.” (LeGuin, 1974, p.301)

    Since I am not a fan of violence, it will not be needed in my utopia. The Dispossessed puts this well: “Justice is not achieved by force…we are not seeking power, we are seeking the end of power…the means is the end…only peace brings peace, only just acts bring justice. We cannot be divided on the eve of action.” (LeGuin, 1974, p.296)

    Powerful Unifying Experiences

    The second point made in the study of the Kibbutzim was that they were united by experiences together. In my utopia their driving force will create the positive unity (rather than the focus on the negative removal of current social vices) needed to move towards utopia.

    While driving forces may be a mixture of different motivations, when the driving forces changes, so does the utopia—or what it looks like. It is very rare indeed for more than one generation to have the same driving force (as circumstances change, and the people themselves change) which is why very few utopias can last more than one generation.

    In my utopia, I realize that the powerful unifying experiences cannot be maintained in the same exact way after the first generation. I do not expect my utopia to continue for more than one generation, because that generation will have children who have minds of their own and will need to take into their own hands their future and the kind of utopia it becomes. By definition, an education in a utopia must create this. By letting go, I release them to have the power to succeed or fail, while hoping to God they fare well, and learn from any mistakes along the way.  

    While fear is a very powerful uniting experience, and useful in creating utopias (for example, the graphic novel, Watchman), it is not the basis that I want driving my utopia. Suffering is also a powerful unifying experience, bringing us together in a much deeper unity than fear—fear is grasping at straws, whereas suffering together creates a brotherhood that is difficult to break. But I would not wish suffering on anyone for a utopia, even if it brings about good results. Inevitable it may be, but that does not require my planning it into the program.

    The Dispossessed is based on pain and suffering. It was the unifying drive that started and continued their utopia. “It is our suffering that brings us together. It is not love. Love does not obey the mind, and turns to hate when forced. The bond that binds us is beyond choice. We are brothers. In pain, which each of us must suffer alone, in hunger, in poverty, I hope, we know our brotherhood. You have nothing, you possess nothing, you own nothing. You are free. All you have is what you are and what you give.” (LeGuin, 2003, p. 300)

    Suffering as a motive is very closely related to brotherhood, a “twin” of what will be my utopia’s driving force. Brotherhood is the most well-known and common driving force for utopias—it was foundational in the beginning of our own nation. It is the picture of moving forward, hand-in-hand, toward a utopia.

    Looking Backward says this is the main difference between current life and utopia: “The solidarity of the race and brotherhood of men, which to you were but fine phrases, are, to our thinking and feeling, ties as real and as vital as physical fraternity.” (Bellamy, 2003, p. 122) News from Nowhere has much of the same sentiment.

    In the article on the Kibbutz, it describes brotherhood as passion for community, or “Communitas.” Communitas produces this passion, and is “an emotionally powerful social experience consisting of primordial and reciprocal identifications among the members of a small social group…A family-type community, between twelve and seventeen young men and women would sit together every evening after work…and exchange impressions and opinions…longing of each for his neighbor, a desire to sit together until late at night.” (Spiro, 2004, p. 564-5) This is what I want in my utopia.

    But brotherhood alone often forgets the personal sacrifice required to make any community, let alone a utopia, work. Therefore, in my utopia, the “twin” of brotherhood is motherhood. Our class discussion on motherhood was eye opening for me. Think of the characteristics that the word “motherhood” conjures: caring, self-sacrificing, nurturing, strong…these were the ideals of Herland, the utopia that had only women for 2000 years. The picture for this driving force is of a mother carrying her child into utopia. The suffering component comes in the sacrifice that is given for the betterment of the next generation.

    Herland magnifies what I feel is missing in society when Terry, the male chauvinist of the story, is disgruntled by how his girlfriend applies motherhood to him: “The only thing they can think about a man is only fatherhood! …Fatherhood! As if a man was always wanting to be a father!” (Gilman, 1992, p.124) So when I say that my utopia values motherhood, I also mean this sense of fatherhood, which is almost lost in today’s society.

    While the focus in utopia is more often aimed at brotherhood, it is interesting to compare and contrast the differences and similarities of it and motherhood. Motherhood is a more outward focus, with a future vision for their children, and a willingness to sacrifice and formulate their utopia around those children.

    Before concluding this section, it must be noted that letting go of the control of the next generation, and of the iron fist that says utopia must continue the way it has in the past, is the key to continue a utopia past one generation. This “hands off” is often the most difficult part of motherhood.

    Strong Belief System

    This final part noted in the Kibbutz article is the “how” of the day-to-day running a utopia. http://www.lovolution.net/MainPages/artWorks/DesignUtopia/DesignUtopia.htm has a great list of questions to ask if you would like to create your own utopia. I used this as the foundation in the following subjects that I will discuss (limited due to time and brainpower, not the scope of the subject): the basic structure, goals and values, education, politics, relationships, religion, and jails.

    Basic Structure

    While smaller utopias are easier, for it to be a true utopia, I believe it has to be for everyone. My utopia would be global, for how can you call someone your brother if you allow for one to receive benefits, and the next one not to. This then calls for diversifying of the physical structure, or killing off everyone to be able to live in only one kind of structure. I recognize this problem, and put it aside for future papers.

    The basic physical structure of my utopia is similar to the garden-like state of Herland, which was carefully cultivated with lots of fruit trees and nuts growing everywhere, making the best use of the space. They were vegetarian because it made the best use of what they had, and I think that is a great idea. Since I will not force my ideas on everyone, anyone is free to have meat—as long as they raise it themselves, taking complete responsibility from start to finish.

    The duties of each member within this utopia is to pull their own share as was represented in Looking Backward. This does not mean that each person is required to produce the same amount, but that each gives the full amount of effort. This takes the pressure off performance and doing and allows one to focus on character and being.

    Looking Backward also then has everyone being paid the same amount through a credit system—including the women and the handicapped—for equal time and effort, though not necessarily equal results: “The worker is not a citizen because he works, but works because he is a citizen.” (Bellamy, 2003, p.122).

    Goals and Values

    The goal is utopia—the perfect place for everyone. Hopefully everyone has bought into this goal. If not, and it gets really bad, you can skip to the “jail” section to see what happens. The values already noted are motherhood and brotherhood, but specifically, integrity (being real and trustworthy), commitment (diligent, consistent, finishing what you start), kindness (compassion, putting others first, helping, friendly), excellence (doing your best no matter who is looking or how “small” the job), being passionate (know what you want and go after it), curiosity (desire to learn and know more), and generosity (using money/ time wisely to give it away wisely).

    Honestly, I have included these simply because they are my values, and so I find them extremely important. Since utopia is not just equality, but a balance with freedom, each person is allowed to choose their own goals and values. Unfortunately, this basically dooms my utopia from the start, but we will ignore that and any other practical oxymoron that has come to the surface at the present moment.

    Education

    The amount of children a family had would not be limited by rules in my utopia, because (hopefully) through the education each individual would take responsibility for the children they bore. Looking Backward put it this way: “Over the unborn our power is that of God, and our responsibility like His toward us. As we acquit ourselves toward them, so let him deal with us.” (Bellamy, 2003, p. 203) They would rationally think through the population needs and concerns as well as their own individual desires, as they did in Herland.

    While I understood the idea of the children living together on their own to receive the best education from those best trained to do so (as in Herland, and many of the other utopias, including the Republic) in my utopia the children would live with their family like in Looking Backward. I do not see the struggle between community and family as strongly as presented in the article “Utopian Thought: re-visioning gender, family, and community:” “Community is a more progressive grounding for relational life than family…offer(ing) an alternative to the possessive and exclusive relationships of the bourgeois family.” (Brenner and Haaken, 2000, p. 338-9)

    While on the whole I didn’t appreciate News From Nowhere as much, the whole “back to nature” outlook brought some definite insights to education:  “The whole theory (in the 19th century) of their so-called education was that it was necessary to shove a little information into a child…the hurry of poverty forbade anything else. All that is past: we are no longer hurried, and the information lies ready to each one’s hand when his own inclinations impel him to see it…we can afford to give ourselves time to grow.” (Morris, 2004, p. 57)

    While I am sure not every kid would naturally ever sit down to study, learning this way seems very healthy: the children would go into the woods and learn naturally, at home they would “see books lying about, manage to read by the time they are four years old” (Morris, 2004, p.25), and pick up languages naturally from their foreign peers. That might be idealistic, but I like the more natural approach.  

    I also liked the idea of education divided into ages, by Robert Owen in “The Book of the New Moral World.” He has 0-5 year olds getting good food and “ training to think, speak, and act rationally,” 5-10 year olds in “exercises that consist in that which will be permanently useful…characters formed physically, intellectually, morally, and practically.” From 10-15, 10-12 year olds are helping the younger class, and 13-15 year olds are “engaged in acquiring a knowledge of principles and practices of the more advanced useful arts of life…to produce, prepare, and execute whatever society requires.”

    By 15-20, they can tell what each person is best at/likes to do, and so it is “training and educating to have all his faculties and powers cultivated.” From 20-25, is “the highest and most experienced class of producers and instructors.” After 25 years of age, they only work if they want to. From 25-30 they are basically just preserving the work, and then doing what they find enjoyable to do.

    From ages 30-40, they “govern the home department, and 40-60 year olds are in charge of external or foreign arrangements…attending to visitors from other establishments…circumscribe the world in their travels.” (Utopia Reader, 1999, p. 207-219) Owen tried out his experiment in the New Harmony community in Indiana. This is lifelong learning and responsibility, which are two very important pieces of my utopia.

    Politics, Economics, Science, and Technology

    If I could only pick one book to base this section off of, it would be Looking Backward. I liked their progression from capitalism into socialism (as previously noted in this paper), and their use of credit to all workers the same amount (also previously noted). Socialism in history has not worked, often because it does not reward responsibility or character, and those lessons from history must be dually noted and brought into the equation.

    In Looking Backward, the work is done by whoever wants to do it. If there is a job that no one wants to do, then fewer hours are needed. They make all jobs equally attractive by increasing/decreasing the hours and benefits. For example, if everyone wanted to be a doctor, then the normal doctor working day would be 8 hours. But if no one wanted to be a lawyer, then you would only need to work 4 hours a day at the lawyer job, making it more desirable.

    Jobs are like serving in the military: everyone does it from 21-45. From 21-24 they do the “common labor,” first of all, to get the experience, and second of all, because someone has to do it. This teaches them discipline, and then between 24-30 they can specialize if they would like to, finishing up when they are 45, and then only working if they chose to, or for the good of the community.

    Looking Backwards has them using technology for the general betterment of life, whereas News From Nowhere has them stop most technology in a more natural setting. My utopia would lean towards Looking Backwards, but would be careful to consider environment and lasting effects of the decisions made in science and technology.

    For example, Red Mars has the situation where the longevity “treatment” is available, but only to a few. Any technology must be beneficial and available for all. If the utopian world cannot sustain everyone having it, then they should not introduce it, for it creates disunity. This would be a question of the “few” repressing, or sacrificing their ability/freedom for the sake of equality and community.

    From Red Mars: “It’s been coming for years…even before the treatment life expectancy in the rich countries was nearly double that in the poor. Think about that! But in the old days the poor were so poor they hardly knew what life expectancy was, the day itself was their whole concern. Now every corner shop has a TV and they can see what’s happening—that they’ve got AIDS while the rich have the treatment. Its gone way beyond a difference in degree, I mean they die young and the rich live forever! So why should they hold back? They’ve got nothing to lose…and everything to gain…they could live like us.” (Robinson, 1993, p. 429)

    Relationships

    As far as gender issues, in Looking Backward: “In giving full play to the differences of sex rather than in seeking to obliterate them…the enjoyment of each by itself and the piquancy which each has for the other, are alike enhanced. (Bellamy, 2003, p.197) In my utopia, the differences are not ignored, but careful consideration is taken to equality and balance.

    Looking Backward also pays men and women the same, so marriage isn’t about what you provide or bring to it, but the person themselves: “Think of a world in which there are nothing but matches of pure love.” (Bellamy, 2003, p.201) Call me pessimistic, but I don’t think it will work that way completely. But it is a nice thought.

    I personally never took into account many of the effects we have from our feminine/masculine driven society that are brought out in Herland. When the three men came into Herland and met the women they would marry, they had nothing to give but themselves—the women were completely competent alone. This forced the relationship to a deeper level, especially when added to this was no sexual attraction, since the women hadn’t seen any men for 2000 years. What would a relationship be that wasn’t based on sexual attraction or for what the other person could give/provide for you? Rather utopian, I am sure.

    Most utopias are anti-marriage because marriage is exclusive and into the realm of “mine” and “not mine.” I liked the way The Dispossessed explained their relationships as partnering. For many in their society, it meant nothing more than being roommates with benefits for a time, but to others it was a lasting bond no different than some people hold for the term “marriage.”

    I wouldn’t have such a permissive society as they did, mostly because the idea is so foreign to me. It did allow for a freedom to cultivate love without restraint, but I have not seen any viable proof of benefit to this in the people around me who are experimenting with this (such as cohabitation, “free sex,”). In fact, I have seen just the opposite. Part of what makes love as powerful as it is, is the exclusivity that it holds.

    Hopefully the value of commitment would hold together relationships during difficulties where it often seems easier to just leave, rather than having a complex set of rules. In News From Nowhere, someone in their utopian society kills someone else in the name of love and from relationship issues. It is brought up that love is a messy thing, even in utopia. I agree.

    Religion

    Religion is very important to me, and so yes, I want it for everyone. I also know I cannot force it on anyone, darn it. “Free will” holds the open idea of choice, as well as the hope that if I really believe that I have what “works” in religion, I don’t have to force it on anyone—they will want it if they see it really “works” in my life. True religion is based on relationships, until we screw it up with rules anyways. The best explanation of religion I read was in Herland:

    “Here was a religion which gave to the searching mind a rational basis in life, the concept of an immense Loving Power working steadily out through them, toward good. It gave to the “soul” that sense of contact with the inmost force, of perception of the uttermost purpose, which we always crave. It gave to the “heart” the blessed feeling of being loved, loved and understood. It gave clear, simple, rational directions as to how we should live—and why. And for ritual it gave first those triumphant group demonstrations, when with a union of the arts, the revivifying combination of great multitudes moved rhythmically with march and dance, song and music, among their own noblest products and the open beauty of their groves and hills. Second, it gave these numerous little centers of wisdom where the least wise could go to the most wise and be helped.” (Gilman, 1992, p.116)

    Jails

    What about those who just won’t listen? Looking Backward says they are mentally sick: “We have no jails nowadays. All our cases of atavism (a backward step in evolution) are treated in the hospitals.” (Bellamy, 2003, p.161) The Dispossessed had this same basic idea, but the “hospital” is called into question, if it is really not just a jail.

    In my utopia, the focus is on rehabilitation (more of the “they are sick” idea) would be balanced with restitution, where they need to make right what they did wrong, working with the community to come to the conclusion of rehabilitation naturally. Taking personal responsibility is part of the education of anyone, criminal or not. This takes a lot more work, but brings about the most amount of closure. If this help is refused, then isolation for the protection of the general populous might be a last resort.

    Conclusion

    My patchwork quilt of utopias has many gaps, as do all utopias. I have simply put on paper the best of my own ideas, as well as my favorite of those I have read. Utopia requires an outward and inward change from the present—happening simultaneously.

    A balance of personal freedom and equality is important, as well as three components drawn from the Kibbutz experiment: distance from the past (letting go, not necessarily a physical violent revolution, but a change of consciousness), a powerful uniting experience (such as motherhood and brotherhood), and a strong belief system (the specifics of how things will be run).

    Like Frankenstein, this utopia is unpolished and contains many gaps, but is full of heart, desire, and hope for something better. “But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; tread softly because you tread on my dreams.” –W.B.Yeats

     

  • Pictures

    So I’ve been posting pictures on facebook, but realized I haven’t on Xanga. So you get a lil review on life in 1000 words or less pictures:

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    Rowan’s first October 31st:)

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    Cute cousins and Christmas can never start until the Coombs reunion:) Carina and Micah made it for an excellent thanksgiving. BEST PUMPKIN PIE EVER MOM!!!

    IMG_5454 My girls:). Love them. Love waving at strangers IMG_5451 Aren’t they pretty?IMG_5463 We climbed to the top of Monument Circle. And still smile for the picture. I love making memories with these amazing women. I will miss them. A lot. We won’t think about that right now.

    Happy December!

  • December 1st. Wow. A couple more weeks of school and then done. A couple more weeks of the USA and then gone. It is starting to sink in. The whole leaving thing. The culmination of so many years and preparation of so many months. It is coming together. Beautiful and terrifying.

    So my dad’s heart is healing well. His last stent was scheduled yesterday, but he didn’t need it. He came home from the hospital the same day. Thank you.

    Two days of eating every time I walk through the kitchen leads to bad habits. Who said it took 21 days to build a habit? liars.

    Carina’s home. Yeah. So we had a picnic. But it was snowing. So an inside picnic. With enough windows to feel close to picnic-y.

    I have papers and projects and presentations out the wazoo. But all I want to do is fritter. Fritter time away. That is exactly what it feels like: fritter. And I like saying the word. Fritter.

    I wrote a really good lesson outline on stereotypes. For the presentation in class tonight we are playing charades. You have to guess which country. How would you act out Mexico? What about China?

    Funny how I can sit here at the computer screen and not remember what I have been thinking lately. Overbooked. When I do have the time I try not to think. It is easier than you would imagine. Deep breath. Smile. Things move on.

    All of my original thoughts have gone into planning for Brazil or papers for school. Or the millions of library books I put on hold. Crank it out. So what do it do at this moment? Random google searches.

    “If i never met you, i wouldn’t like you. If i didn’t like you, i wouldn’t love you. If i didn’t love you, i wouldn’t miss you. But i did, i do, and i will.”

    “Love is like a booger. You keep picking at it until you get it, and then wonder what to do with it.” (this just might be my new favorite quote.)

    By all means marry; if you get a good wife, you’ll be happy; if you get a bad one, you’ll become a philosopher.
    Socrates