<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18539985</id><updated>2011-04-22T14:18:43.042+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Left Right Out</title><subtitle type='html'>Christian, lesbian, pro-life, feminist.  Any questions?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://left-right-out.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18539985/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://left-right-out.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Left Right Out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021034558784706243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18539985.post-116293437320172627</id><published>2006-11-08T10:02:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T10:19:33.313+13:00</updated><title type='text'>"choice" feminism</title><content type='html'>I have a lot to say on this subject but not a lot of time to say it. So here's a quick summary of where I am at in my thoughts ATM. As always I reserve the right to change my mind whenever I feel so led.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me that the issue of getting upset and argue about whether or not a feminist "should" shave her legs, wear heels, etc. boils down to one issue: Does a self-identified feminist have a responsibility to examine every one of her choices in light of whether or not they are empowering for other women?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course once you get down to that issue, it goes into exactly what does empower other women? I personally find making my own bread, cooking from scratch, knitting/sewing, and having my mom staying at home with me until I was 8 extremely empowering. And my mom, now a high-power attorney, voted one of the best in her state, asked to represent her state bar association, etc. has said that she is incredibly grateful she got to stay home with us and feels like she made a very feminist choice when she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this strikes to the heart of what I consider to be Christian feminism. Do I think women should have legal and political equality? Absolutely. I cheer when I hear of women running their own businesses, and getting to high positions of power, and serving as leaders in the church. But I also cheer when I hear of a woman quitting her job to stay at home. Because as a Christian feminist &lt;i&gt;I want women to be empowered to do what God calls them to do&lt;/i&gt;. Period. End of sentence. I think that when people (try to) stop someone from following their God-given calling, whether that calling is running for president or having many many children and staying at home with them, then they are disempowering that woman. Therefore, as a third generation feminist, I will try to ensure that every choice I make is following God's will for me and that I do not hinder others from following His will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course that doesn't get into the issue of what to do when a woman feels she is following God's calling by trying to legally stop other women from doing things that are "god-ordained for the masculine gender" but that's another post...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18539985-116293437320172627?l=left-right-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://left-right-out.blogspot.com/feeds/116293437320172627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18539985&amp;postID=116293437320172627' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18539985/posts/default/116293437320172627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18539985/posts/default/116293437320172627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://left-right-out.blogspot.com/2006/11/choice-feminism.html' title='&quot;choice&quot; feminism'/><author><name>Left Right Out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021034558784706243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18539985.post-116070196757128736</id><published>2006-10-13T14:00:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T14:12:47.583+13:00</updated><title type='text'>excerpt from an e-mail</title><content type='html'>Here's something I wrote in an e-mail recently regarding the book "Who Stole Feminism" by Christina Hoff Sommers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I dunno if I'm an equity feminist or not -- I don't like labels beyond "feminist" (which unfortunately comes with baggage).  And there are all sorts of attacks on her quantitative evidence.  I just know that I think it's *so* important that we look for and present the (complicated, messy) truth whenever we're talking about anything dear to us.  And I don't think anyone on any "side" is nearly careful enough about that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we don't deal with things as they really are, then we're wasting our resources on issues that sound important but are ultimately not going to change anything.  If we hold up false examples as a reason why things need to change, it makes us look foolish/deranged when they are exposed as false, and give people an excuse to ignore/dismiss the true reasons.  As Robert Louis Stevenson said "the truth that is suppressed by friends is the readiest weapon of the enemy."*  But it's the truth that will set us free, not the spin we put upon the numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know I'm preaching to the choir here, but it's something I'm really passionate about lately and something I'm really trying to work out in my own life :0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you!  [And now I'm] off to save the world by making really good mini-cheesecakes for the dinner party we're throwing tomorrow.  Oh, the oppression!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Taken from "Sexual Ecology" by Gabriel Rotello -- http://tinyurl.com/qzhzg -- another book I highly recommend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the reason I'm not so good at blogging is because I tend to be able to express myself most clearly when I'm in dialogue with other people rather than when I'm just writing down my opinion -- conversation rather than monologue, informal reactions rather than formal Statements of Belief.  Also I've been trying to make my writing more devotional-like than comes naturally to me.   So I'm going to try to update more regularly but&lt;br /&gt;perhaps less stiltedly.   And I do have some thoughts on &lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/news/globe/editorial_opinion/oped/articles/2005/12/19/feminism_revisited/"&gt;"choice feminism"&lt;/a&gt; a concept which is very important to me as a feminist and a Christian.  So I hope to write on that in the next few days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18539985-116070196757128736?l=left-right-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://left-right-out.blogspot.com/feeds/116070196757128736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18539985&amp;postID=116070196757128736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18539985/posts/default/116070196757128736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18539985/posts/default/116070196757128736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://left-right-out.blogspot.com/2006/10/excerpt-from-e-mail.html' title='excerpt from an e-mail'/><author><name>Left Right Out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021034558784706243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18539985.post-114799741155812969</id><published>2006-05-19T12:07:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T12:10:11.570+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting away with things</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;C and I are leaving on a trip to the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;US&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; soon, and we are thinking about things we want to get there that aren't available or are too expensive in NZ.  So far we have socks (the 12-pair black cotton packs), reese cups, a few sewing patterns, Trader Joe's balsamic vinagarette, wrist splits for my RSI, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day we were lying in bed when I had a light bulb moment.  What about dried buttermilk? The fresh stuff is really expensive here, and I haven't been able to find a source for dried in NZ.  Plus we only use a little at a time, so buying what we won't use is wasteful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C expressed concern about getting it through customs, and I said I'd check if it was on the list of bio hazards (NZ is an island country which depends on agricuture and is very strict on what is allowed in the country).  But C said, even if it was allowed she wouldn't want to bring it in, because she just wouldn't be comfortable with the risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some things in life you can get away with.  I could probably get commercial dried buttermilk into NZ.  And I made cornbread the other day and didn't have any of the aforementioned buttermilk.  Instead I used milk with vinegar in it, and everything tasted great.  In that case I "got away" with not following the recipe exactly.  And I'm fine with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this made me think about God and "getting away" with things.  You know what I mean, we've all done it.  "I wasn't lying, I was just not saying anything."  "It's not greed, I just like nice things."  "The Bible doesn't say I have to go to church *every* Sunday, besides it's the big game!"  Etc.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Instead of telling ourselves "God hates lies, so I won't technically tell a lie" we should tell ourselves "God loves truth, so how can I be truthful in this situation?"  It's about pleasing Him rather than avoiding His wrath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18539985-114799741155812969?l=left-right-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://left-right-out.blogspot.com/feeds/114799741155812969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18539985&amp;postID=114799741155812969' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18539985/posts/default/114799741155812969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18539985/posts/default/114799741155812969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://left-right-out.blogspot.com/2006/05/getting-away-with-things.html' title='Getting away with things'/><author><name>Left Right Out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021034558784706243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18539985.post-114618631911078099</id><published>2006-04-28T12:57:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T13:15:29.026+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yesterday when I was working with a client who has borderline personality disorder.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Essentially that means she is a 29 year old stuck with a really angsty 13 year old’s emotional development.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She has the adolescent crushes, mood swings, spurts of anger, and frustrations, in addition to intellectual and physical disabilities (she’s also determined to changer her life/behaviour and I believe she can do it).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;She was very angry yesterday and was finding a focus for that anger in a repair that had been delayed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I looked her straight in the eye and said “Shit like this will always happen.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you let people like these repair guys ruin your day, you’re going to have nothing but ruined days.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is just a drop in the ocean of life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We are going to have a great day!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ll cook up a delicious stir-fry and you’ll get in your PJs early and we’ll watch “Supernanny” and be really happy.”&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Now, naturally that little speech was tailored to her intellectual/emotional level.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But on a basic level it’s true, and it worked.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As I was saying good night she said “You know what?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had a great day.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And I often need reminders of what’s a healthy reaction to annoyances.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Next time I’m stomping around, conditioner in my hair, cursing our small hot water heater I probably need to give myself that little speech and chill out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18539985-114618631911078099?l=left-right-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://left-right-out.blogspot.com/feeds/114618631911078099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18539985&amp;postID=114618631911078099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18539985/posts/default/114618631911078099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18539985/posts/default/114618631911078099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://left-right-out.blogspot.com/2006/04/yesterday-when-i-was-working-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Left Right Out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021034558784706243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18539985.post-114557051317354002</id><published>2006-04-21T09:30:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T11:25:59.423+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Short rant and some "recipes"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;First of all, blessed Easter everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;Question:  What do "lesbian" and "Christian" fiction have in common? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Answer: It generally sucks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I mean, seriously. There are companies dedicated exclusively to lesbian fiction and companies dedicated exclusively to Christian fiction. And generally they both churn out formulaic junk that is painful to read. I think it's because the "message" that the authors see themselves having is more important to them than telling the story of people's lives. They don't let the characters speak for themselves, because ::gasp:: the characters might not do what the authors want them to do. Also, there must be a specific type of villain and a certain type of hero(ine) because goodness knows that if the characters were actually *human* they might have complex motives and emotions! Grr, argh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;There are some authors, who happen to be Christian and/or lesbian, who are brilliant. But I don't think they would define themselves as Christian authors or as lesbian authors. They're just storytellers. In the "Christian" area my top pick would be Madeleine L'Engle. In the lesbian area I have to go with Ellen Hart, who writes mysteries -- that's a whole different genre of course but her books are quite good. If you're going for individual lesbian novels try "Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Don't get me wrong -- I read the painfully formulaic stuff sometimes, out of sheer desperation to see myself represented. So I do understand the attraction. I just wish that there was more of the good stuff out there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And now for some recipes. C and I are trying to eat fewer processed foods, so here are two of our favourite recipes. It should be noted that these don't include many amounts because I'm one of those annoying cooks who go by how the dish looks and takes plenty of tastes while I'm cooking: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Herbed Potatoes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;2 potatoes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Olive oil (the good stuff, flavour is important) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Basil &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Thyme &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Oregano &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Preheat the oven to 180 c (350F). Cube the potatoes and boil them for approximately 8 minutes. Drain and put in a roasting dish. Sprinkle with olive oil and with herbs to taste. Shake potatoes so that they are thoroughly coated. Bake for 10 minutes. Shake again, and grill for five minutes. Serves 2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This makes a lovely dish, crunchy on the outside and soft on the inside.  Onion and crushed garlic can also be added. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Chicken "fried" rice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;2/3 cup brown rice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Mixed veggies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Broccoli &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Cooked chicken breast &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Onion &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Crushed garlic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Oil (I use sesame and olive) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Soy sauce &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;2 egg whites, one whole egg &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Chop the onion (I do it into little "half moons") ahead of time and soak it.  This is the secret to really sweet onions -- we don't have vidalia available here, but soaked white onions taste nearly as good.  I chop them and put them in a cup of warm water, leave it for 30 minutes, change the water and leave it for another 30 minutes.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Cook the rice. Saute the onion and garlic in soy sauce and oil in a low heat wok. Once the onion has been caramelized, add the mixed veg, broccoli and more soy sauce, and cover the top of the wok so that the broccoli can steam. Stir occasionally. While the broccoli is steaming mix together the egg and egg whites. Pour into a pan and cook to make a flat patty. Remove and cut into strips. Cube the chicken. Add egg, chicken, and rice along with more soy sauce. Makes roughly 3-4 servings -- I eat however much I want and put the rest aside for later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18539985-114557051317354002?l=left-right-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://left-right-out.blogspot.com/feeds/114557051317354002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18539985&amp;postID=114557051317354002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18539985/posts/default/114557051317354002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18539985/posts/default/114557051317354002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://left-right-out.blogspot.com/2006/04/short-rant-and-some-recipes.html' title='Short rant and some &quot;recipes&quot;'/><author><name>Left Right Out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021034558784706243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18539985.post-114481314644310454</id><published>2006-04-12T15:36:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T15:42:55.986+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Cost and True Cost</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;As I type this my fingers smell delicious -- I have just finished filling one of our spice jars with cinnamon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But not just any cinnamon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I paid more than three times as much for this “common” spice as I would have for the plain old supermarket version.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And I spent 30% of my weekly discretionary money (my “allowance,” $10 per week) to do it.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So why would I, a self-proclaimed tightwad who watches every five-cent piece, do such a thing?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That has to do with cost, true cost, and the difference between the two.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is an extremely complex issue, and I could write reams about it if I had the time and the research assistants.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However here is a brief snapshot of what I am trying to move my life towards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Spices were the European drug trade of the medieval times.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A bag of cloves was worth its weight in gold.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;People would kill you for a few ounces of cinnamon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And hundreds of thousands of people died in the pursuit of them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why haven’t we heard of this?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At least partially because those people had brown skin and lived outside &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Europe&lt;/st1:place&gt;. &lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They were the natives of the lands from which spices were imported.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That legacy lives on today, when (formerly) colonised people still eke out a starvation-level life producing the cinnamon I like to sprinkle on my oatmeal every morning.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Which is why, when I found out &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%20http://www.tradeaid.org.nz"&gt;Trade Aid&lt;/a&gt; sells cinnamon (and it’s organic!), I decided to buy it there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You see, as a Christian I believe that the true cost of goods is not just the market cost.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is the impact those goods have on the world and on people’s lives.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;By supporting organizations such as Trade Aid I am supporting a business who is dedicated not just to profit and to shareholders but who believe it has a responsibility to its suppliers and employees as well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To me, the “cost” of that $.89 supermarket cinnamon is not just the coinage but also the desperation of the farmer that produces it, the children who don’t get to go to school and so are trapped in the same cycle, the toll on the land when it’s used over and over without consideration for long term effects, etc.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My “extra” $2 isn’t much, but it can help to pay for the avoidance of that misery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Now I’m not saying perfect or that the decisions are easy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Much of the time, trying to calculate &lt;i style=""&gt;all&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As an example, I bought the Trade Aid cinnamon this week, but this weekend I will buy a Cadbury chocolate bar.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The cocoa industry is notorious for being connected to child slavery, Cadbury is not committed to “policing” their cocoa suppliers, and Trade Aid (who is) also sells chocolate.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I should buy the Trade Aid stuff, right?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On the other hand, there is a Cadbury factory in my hometown.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So if I buy the Cadbury not only am I supporting a local industry and local jobs, but I am also “saving” the pollution that shipping the chocolate costs. the impact of the products I consume will drive me crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;So I carefully weigh all the pros and cons.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And what it truthfully comes down to, in my mind with it’s limited-knowledge and self-centeredness, is that I like the Cadbury better.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So that’s what I’ll buy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However I did buy the cinnamon, which is a step.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Next time I buy hot chocolate I will buy it at Trade Aid.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And I pray that God will continue working on my heart to orient it more towards my neighbours, local and global, and less towards what I desire, and my mind to give me better discernment, and my will, so it is His.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;***&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-- For more on the history of spices and the spice trade, go to &lt;a href="http://www.theepicentre.com/Spices/spiceref.html%3C/a"&gt; The Epicentre&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-- I understand that other people have different views on whether buying things at “artificially” inflated prices helps or hurts.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you do not feel led, for whatever reason, to buy fair trade items please consider doing one of the following actions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1) Write letters to corporations on a regular basis. If you are a customer of the company you have power. I'll be happy to help someone draft letters, get names and addresses, etc. In those letters don't just demand that they pull out factories which use sweatshops or pay starvation level wages/prices, ask them to improve the conditions instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Projects like the &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%20http://www.heifer.org/"&gt;Heifer project &lt;/a&gt; provide people with their own source of income.  Likewise places like the &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%20http://www.grameen-info.org/"&gt;Grameen bank&lt;/a&gt; provide small loans to people (mostly women) so they can start to have their own businesses. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%20http://www.wvi.org/wvi/home.htm"&gt;World Vision&lt;/a&gt; is a Christian organisation working in developing countries.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Please consider supporting these organisations or others like them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Check with your church about education and missions in third world countries. One of the things about sweatshops is that women who work there are not provided with any skills to improve themselves. An example would be a woman who worked in a factory setting collars into blouses. She might have done that for four or five years. The factory owner has a stake in her not learning how to sew anything except collars onto blouses. However there are churches that provide missions with job training such as sewing skills. I know the Presbyterian Women's Conference is heavily involved in areas such as this.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18539985-114481314644310454?l=left-right-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://left-right-out.blogspot.com/feeds/114481314644310454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18539985&amp;postID=114481314644310454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18539985/posts/default/114481314644310454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18539985/posts/default/114481314644310454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://left-right-out.blogspot.com/2006/04/cost-and-true-cost.html' title='Cost and True Cost'/><author><name>Left Right Out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021034558784706243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18539985.post-114427787672428141</id><published>2006-04-06T10:55:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T15:43:54.390+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Cursing Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;C has a client who is very religious.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He is constantly carrying on a conversation with God both in his head and out-loud, and he always says exactly what he’s thinking.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The other morning he walks into the living room shouting “Jesus you bastard!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You won’t help me find my pants!”&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;C and I both had a good laugh about this, but some other friends’ reactions made me think.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Isn’t this often how we treat Jesus/God?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I mean, the client’s statement was totally appropriate for his mental age and condition.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But quite often I find myself feeling the same way, if not in so many words.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Jesus, you bastard!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why did you let me hit the snooze button?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“God, you bastard!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This party is on a night I have to work!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Jesus, you bastard!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My MP3 player went through the wash!”&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p face="arial" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is one of the big problems I have with a trend I see in contemporary Christianity such as the prayer of Jabez , the prosperity “gospel,”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;and yes, my own faith included.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We seem to think God should make everything convenient for us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We seem to want God to be a magic wand.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“God, please find me a parking space.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;God I want to find a top to match this skirt.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;God, this computer is so slow!”*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;" &gt;God’s promise, His “job”, is not to take away the inconveniences. Or even the misery we see all around us. God’s promise is that He will redeem the misery (and often inconveniences are part of that process). Somehow, someway, grace will shine through. So perhaps our prayers and rantings should focus on how to deal with inconvenient situations, not be rescued from them. On how to be part of that grace.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;*I know He numbers the hairs on our heads and He cares for the lilies and the birds.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So yes, I think it is okay to pray for the little things.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s not the point of this post.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18539985-114427787672428141?l=left-right-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://left-right-out.blogspot.com/feeds/114427787672428141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18539985&amp;postID=114427787672428141' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18539985/posts/default/114427787672428141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18539985/posts/default/114427787672428141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://left-right-out.blogspot.com/2006/04/cursing-jesus.html' title='Cursing Jesus'/><author><name>Left Right Out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021034558784706243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18539985.post-114299984599984248</id><published>2006-03-22T15:38:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T15:44:25.360+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Frugal food stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I thought I'd post about food expenditures, since I enjoy reading other people's personal stories on their blogs.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;C and I are on a specific diet (&lt;a href="http://www.hussmanfitness.org/html/TPBodyforLife.html"&gt;Body for Life&lt;/a&gt; if anyone's interested).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This means that, ideally, we eat six small meals of roughly equal protein/carb portions with a healthy fat at each meal.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One day a week we get to eat however much we want of whatever foods we want --  a "free day".&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We have budgeted NZ$65 for the two of us weekly, this includes cleaning and basic hygiene supplies. We keep an eye on our food throughout the week and add things to a list as we go.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On Thursday we plan out our menus, and make a grocery list.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We shop once a week, on our free day, which is Saturday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We shop at two different stores: the Cheap Supermarket and the Frozen Goods store.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Eggs and chicken are bought at the FG, everything else is bought at CS.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;$15-20 of our weekly budget goes towards chicken breasts.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We both lift weights, and need lean protein.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don't eat any red meat, C eats steak or lamb 1-2 times per week.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Because meat is such a large part of our budget, we try to keep the rest down as much as possible.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things we do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;-- The closer to the way God made it the better it is:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Most of the food we buy is unprocessed, which we feel is much healthier.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We'll choose popcorn over crackers, etc.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am able to make many of our foods such as biscuits and bread rolls from scratch.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have found that it doesn't take too much extra time and you can make the exact amount that you want rather than eating the rest of the packet because it's there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Which brings me to my next point...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;-- Eat off the margin:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The idea, gleaned from Tightwad Gazette, is that the first couple bites are great, and after that you experience less pleasure with each bite.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So what will satisfy you?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We used to buy a large bag of potato chips, and then we'd feel obliged to eat it all on that day, so there wouldn't be any left over to tempt us on non-free days.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We enjoyed them, but they led to mindless munching.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So we tried just splitting an individual bag of potato chips.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We found that that satisfied us, we felt as though we had a special treat and we didn't actually miss the mindless munching.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;-- Generics won't kill you:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We buy a lot of generic stuff.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However one thing we buy brand name are baked beans.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;C tried the generic ones and feels there is a notable difference in quality.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So we wait until the brand names are on sale and stock up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That's the rule of thumb for generics --  try them once before you make a decision about brand names.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you don't like them don't use them again.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;-- Weigh the cost:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We carry a calculator with us which allows us to calculate unit prices.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We don't actually keep a price book because we have most of the info in our heads.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;-- How many stores?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We shop at two that are only a couple blocks away from each other.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We do this because of significant savings:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At CS chicken breasts are $14.95 per kilo and eggs are $6.95 for 30.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At FG chicken breasts are $9.20 per kilo and eggs are $4.95 per 30.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Of course if CS is having a sale that beats those prices we won't go to FG but as it is, we save more than the cost of the used petrol.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Plus, ahem, FG happens to be next door to our favourite bakery...&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We do keep an eye on sales at the two other store in the area, but overall CS is best on staples.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;-- Treats:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We buy everything on the list first and if there is money left over we get one treat each, a chocolate bar or trail mix, or such.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After that, any free day food we want comes out of our discretionary money.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;An exception would be if we are hosting friends or attending a potluck or something like that.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things we would do if we were living in another country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;-- Buy hormone/antibiotic free meat and dairy products.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Regulations in NZ mean that I don't have to worry about that here, but I definitely think it would be worth it if hormones and antibiotics were routinely added.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don't really worry about pesticides either, but &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I do need to do more research on those areas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;-- Taxes:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;New Zealand&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, tax is included in the price of the item.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However if you shop in a country where sales tax is not included in the shelf price, subtract the percentage of the sales tax from your grocery budget and figure out how much you really have to spend.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For instance if NZ tax was 6% on top of the shelf price the formula I use would go something like this:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;65*.06=3.9, 65-3.0= 61.10.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So if I've budgeted $65 for groceries I really have $61.10 to spend before I get up the counter.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things we don't do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;-- Put cost before health.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We could live off two minute noodles and stay alive but our health is important to us.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;-- Beat ourselves up for deviating from these rules once in a while.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If one of us is PMS-ing and has no discretionary money left, we're not going deprive her of ice cream.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If someone has a cold, we might run to the store for fresh-squeezed OJ.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If there's a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; good sale, we'll go over budget and take it off next week's grocery allowance.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We do allow a certain amount of flexibility.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;-- Deviate from these rules on a regular basis.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We've set a budget and we generally stick to it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things we want to try in the future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;-- Eating more vegetarian meals after the weightlifting period slows down&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;-- Living off the 'Pantry Principle' a la Tightwad Gazette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;-- Gardening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;I'll end this with one of our favourite frugal recipes -- it uses five ingredients that we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; have on hand, and is soooo good.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Balsamic vinegar chicken and couscous for two&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;200 grams chicken (8 oz)&lt;br /&gt;½ cup couscous&lt;br /&gt;1.5 tbs balsamic vinegar 2 tspbs olive oil&lt;br /&gt;Crushed garlic to taste (2tsp for us)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Cut up the chicken into stir-fry pieces and put in a closed container with the vinegar, ½ olive oil and garlic.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Shake to thoroughly coat then leave in fridge for an hour or so.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Heat ¾ cup water and remaining oil to the boiling point.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Take the pot off the burner and add the couscous, making sure it is all submerged into the water.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Cover the pot and let sit for five minutes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Cook the chicken mixture in a pan sprayed with non-stick spray or on a counter top grill like the George Foreman.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Fluff the couscous with a fork and divide it into bowls, putting the chicken on top.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you like, add more balsamic and a veg, such as broccoli.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18539985-114299984599984248?l=left-right-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://left-right-out.blogspot.com/feeds/114299984599984248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18539985&amp;postID=114299984599984248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18539985/posts/default/114299984599984248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18539985/posts/default/114299984599984248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://left-right-out.blogspot.com/2006/03/frugal-food-stuff.html' title='Frugal food stuff'/><author><name>Left Right Out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021034558784706243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18539985.post-114246935386031628</id><published>2006-03-16T13:09:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T15:45:55.686+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Short thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;1 Corinthians 13:8-13&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;8&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Love never ends. But as for prophecies, they will come to an end; as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will come to an end. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;9&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; For we know only in part, and we prophesy only in part;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;10&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; but when the complete comes, the partial will come to an end.  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;11&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child; when I became an adult, I put an end to childish ways. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;12 For now we see in a mirror, dimly, but then we will see face to face. Now I know only in part; then I will know fully, even as I have been fully known&lt;i&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;13&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; And now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; and the greatest of these is love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is one of the most oft-quoted passages in Christianity.  And I've been thinking about it lately, especially&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; "&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;For now we see in a mirror, dimly, but then we will see face to face. Now I know only in part; then I will know fully, even as I have been fully known&lt;i  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;And I think Paul was commenting here on perspective.&lt;i  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;In this world we see everything through our own reflections in the glass/mirror -- through our own concerns, experiences, hopes and fears. Every event I witness or hear about is filtered through "me" coloured glasses. Now I know only in part, the part that I can comprehend. And yet God knows me fully, knows everything fully. And I think that plays a part in His great justice and mercy. He sees all our evil and sins with a glaring, pure light and He knows exactly how horrible they are -- more horrible than we can begin to imagine. He knows us fully and so He knows what would be justice for our transgressions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet He sees the foolishness and the weaknesses and the striving that goes on all the time in our hearts. He sees how hard we often try to do the right thing, and how often the wrong thing is done because of blindness instead of willful evil. And He has mercy on us, because with the fullness of understanding comes love in Christ Jesus, which is greater than comprehension. He knows what justice would be and yet He chooses mercy. Not a flaccid "here are daisies and pretty kittens for you to play with forever!" mercy, but a great mercy that constantly calls us to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we do the same? I know I can look at another person and catalogue their sin, exactly what it is and why it is so bad, and give thanks that I am "not like them." I do it all the time, to my shame. But can I look at someone and see their sin in clear light and yet still try to know them fully with love? Can I look at them and make a judgment and then set aside that judgment in favour of mercy? If God does so am I not required to do the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope this isn't too rambling -- just some ruminations I had while in the shower.&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18539985-114246935386031628?l=left-right-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://left-right-out.blogspot.com/feeds/114246935386031628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18539985&amp;postID=114246935386031628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18539985/posts/default/114246935386031628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18539985/posts/default/114246935386031628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://left-right-out.blogspot.com/2006/03/short-thoughts.html' title='Short thoughts'/><author><name>Left Right Out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021034558784706243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18539985.post-113221460186495638</id><published>2006-03-08T15:13:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T15:46:24.826+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Zero waste household</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Our small group is doing a Lenten study on ecology/economy and God this year. Our first study was last night, and one of the discussion points was "In your own &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;oikos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; [dwelling place] economy (e.g. buying food, clothes, petrol, using electricity) do you make connections with the wider 'inhabited world'? What resources have gone into the items, their transport and their packaging?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I admit that I used to be a lot more involved in the whole organic/no sweat movement than I am now. So, C and I talked a little bit about how we try to create a "zero waste" household. Most often heard in reference to businesses, our goal is to reduce the output of "garbage" (things that have to go to landfills) to nil. Not only is this good for the environment, in our city you pay a certain fee per bag of garbage so it's good for our finances as well. We're both naturally tightwads as well as paying off student loans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;At this point we're down to half a grocery bag of garbage per week. This isn't bad for a two person household, and I don't think we'll be able to go any lower than that. But what I've noticed is that it's all connected. We're able to get that low partly because we have so little packaging to throw away, we have so little packaging because we buy mostly unprocessed foods, and we buy unprocessed foods because we're trying to be health concious. So we're healthier and our budget stays lower because of that. And at the same time we're (usually) not wasting anything, and I believe that fully using the resources with which God has blessed us honors Him. The more we drown the earth in crud, the less respect we have for His creation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;A few practical tips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;1) Recycle everything you can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;2) Compost.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://www.yougrowgirl.com/garden/urbancomposting.php"&gt;Even if you live in the city, you can do it.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; If you can't handle a compost pile, there are often urban and food bank gardens that compost and will take your scraps. Keep the items in your freezer until you can drop them off there (see 3).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;3) As the garbage only goes out once a week, if we put any sort of meat component in there things would get smelly rather quickly. So what we use is either a bread bag or a plastic vegetable bag from the supermarket. Everything protein-y goes in there from the meat packaging to chicken skin to boiled egg yolks. On garbage day we simply take the bag from the freezer and pop it into the trash to go out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;4) Buy less. Do you really need X, Y and Z? Or just Z? Or none of it? Would baking be more fun than buying? Can you get those cookies in a recyclable paper bag? Etc. etc. etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I hope I don't come off as priggish or "Look at us! Look at us!" here. There's lots more we could be doing that we don't. But this is one bit where I feel good about our efforts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18539985-113221460186495638?l=left-right-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://left-right-out.blogspot.com/feeds/113221460186495638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18539985&amp;postID=113221460186495638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18539985/posts/default/113221460186495638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18539985/posts/default/113221460186495638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://left-right-out.blogspot.com/2006/03/zero-waste-household.html' title='Zero waste household'/><author><name>Left Right Out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021034558784706243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18539985.post-114091168300796736</id><published>2006-02-26T12:31:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T15:46:52.383+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgiveness starts with an apology -- my own</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I've been having clashes with my boss lately. We both care deeply about our intellectually disabled clients. However she's a lot more into political correctness than I am and she likes to be in charge. I am not the only one to clash with her: all of the employees in our house feel as though they are not being listened to and that her need for control is being put before the clients' welfare. I do believe she genuinely thinks she's doing what's best but I also believe she is deeply insecure and controlling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Recently she and I had a rather heated conversation over a specific issue, in which she cut me off three times then berated me for making her repeat herself three times. I was furious. I spent the rest of the day being icily polite and the rest of the week fuming. I hit the hell out of a punching bag at the gym. I complained to my wife. I spent several deeply satisfying occasions bashing her with other employees and being assured that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; was in the right.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; knew better than her.  It was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;who was righteous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;At the same time I was also praying to God about the situation.  And you know what God told me?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; needed to be the one to apologise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;But I hadn't done anything wrong! She was the one who was putting her own psychological needs ahead of practicality and the client's comfort. She was the one who was rude to me. She---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;She was someone to whom I needed to be reconciled. I was accomplishing nothing be nurturing my feelings of anger, by gossiping about her with other employees, by refusing to see the Christ in her. I was just confirming my own opinions over and over. So I searched my heart for anything I had done that contributed to making that encounter an angry one. And I was able to see that my own behaviour had not been all it could be. So when we next met, I sincerely apologized for being defensive and started to explain why I had been that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;And then she cut me off in order to accept my apology.  ARGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;But I have made a committment to pray for her, and hard as it is it feels good. I have made a committment not to speak negatively of her with other employees and that's even harder. But when the situation comes to a head I will be able to look her in the eye and know that I tried not to make the situation worse. And that is important to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Arial,Geneva,Helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"You have heard that it was said to those of ancient times, "You shall not murder'; and "whoever murders shall be liable to judgment.' But I say to you that if you are angry with a brother or sister, you will be liable to judgment; and if you insult a brother or sister, you will be liable to the council; and if you say, "You fool,' you will be liable to the hell of fire. So when you are offering your gift at the altar, if you remember that your brother or sister has something against you, leave your gift there before the altar and go; first be reconciled to your brother or sister, and then come and offer your gift... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Arial,Geneva,Helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;But I say to you, Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, so that you may be children of your Father in heaven;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Arial,Geneva,Helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18539985-114091168300796736?l=left-right-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://left-right-out.blogspot.com/feeds/114091168300796736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18539985&amp;postID=114091168300796736' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18539985/posts/default/114091168300796736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18539985/posts/default/114091168300796736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://left-right-out.blogspot.com/2006/02/forgiveness-starts-with-apology-my-own.html' title='Forgiveness starts with an apology -- my own'/><author><name>Left Right Out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021034558784706243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18539985.post-113882511269958359</id><published>2006-02-02T09:09:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T15:48:04.093+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Failing my dishtowels</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I have failed in my stewardship of our dishtowels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;We wash our dishtowels once a week, seperately, in hot water and (often) bleach. We use them for drying dishes, for drying our hands, etc. And sometimes that means they get a stain or two on them. And I have not been doing anything about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;We got some lovely new dishtowels for Christmas, from my mom, and two are already stained. As they hang over our oven door, that means anyone who enters our kitchen sees what looks like dirty cloths being used in our kitchen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;A stain or two may sound like a trivial matter, but we take pride in our home. I don't want people to think we use dirty cloths. I want people to come into our home and feel relaxed and safe. And I think it's the little things about a home, things that may not even be conciously noticed, that do that. There are more important things than dishcloths but at the moment I can still take the time to look at the dirty ones every night and treat the stains before I put them in the laundry bucket. And I do believe it will make a difference in how I feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18539985-113882511269958359?l=left-right-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://left-right-out.blogspot.com/feeds/113882511269958359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18539985&amp;postID=113882511269958359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18539985/posts/default/113882511269958359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18539985/posts/default/113882511269958359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://left-right-out.blogspot.com/2006/02/failing-my-dishtowels.html' title='Failing my dishtowels'/><author><name>Left Right Out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021034558784706243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18539985.post-113848610046350928</id><published>2006-01-28T11:06:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T15:50:06.193+12:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lord's Supper</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I love taking communion.  The reason is&lt;br /&gt;not just that it is a tangible reminder of God's&lt;br /&gt;sacrifice but that it connects me with all Christians,&lt;br /&gt;back to the very first disciples.  Every time I take&lt;br /&gt;communion I am linking myself to the Church.  I am&lt;br /&gt;stating I am part of the Body.  I am declaring not&lt;br /&gt;only my allegiance to Christ but my willingness to be&lt;br /&gt;counted among his followers, even (especially?) among&lt;br /&gt;those I dislike.   It is my connection to the past,&lt;br /&gt;present and future Bride.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18539985-113848610046350928?l=left-right-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://left-right-out.blogspot.com/feeds/113848610046350928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18539985&amp;postID=113848610046350928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18539985/posts/default/113848610046350928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18539985/posts/default/113848610046350928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://left-right-out.blogspot.com/2006/01/lords-supper.html' title='The Lord&apos;s Supper'/><author><name>Left Right Out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021034558784706243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18539985.post-113590840562862809</id><published>2005-12-30T14:40:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T15:49:39.470+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I dislike most reality TV shows</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I should probably start off this post by admitting that C and I have lived without a television for almost a year now, and before that I didn't watch many shows. This was a deliberate decision on our parts, as we both felt that TV (while it could be fun) was a time-sucker, and that most of the shows were not worth watching. So I don't have much first-hand experience with reality TV. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;That being said, I do work in a residential setting and the residents control the TV remote. And lately, on Thursday nights, it's been "Bridezilla." And it has clarified, for me, my biggest problem with reality TV in general*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;In case you're not familiar with the premise of this show, it follows several brides through their time spent planning enormous weddings. These brides are not, generally speaking, pleasant people. Now the essence of all visual/literary entertainment is conflict. Whether it's human against nature, human against circumstance, or human against human the conflict is (let's face it) what we want to see. We want to watch people's struggle to survive and triumph. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I am not speaking against that human drive in general. I love mystery novels, Buffy the Vampire Slayer etc. as much as the next person. And I think in fictional situations, conflict is fine and necessary. But watching Bridezilla last night, there was a moment when the interviewer clearly manipulated one of the brides into saying something hurtful to/about her fiance. These shows thrive on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;creating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; conflict between people. They get ratings off of making people hate each other. Their whole purpose is to drive the people on the show apart, not to promote understanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Harsh words? Maybe. But remember that these shows were created and produced in order to make money. Ratings quite often equal money. What will more people tune in to watch? People talking out their differences and trying to clear up misunderstandings? Or people calling each other whores and liars and threatening to "get" each other?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I'm not going to go into the old argument "if people will tune into it we should make it." As a Christian/mostly-libertarian I believe that you should have the legal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; to make it, but that doesn't mean that it's the morally correct thing to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;*I realize there are different types of reality TV shows but I submit that most of them need conflict between participants. The exception might be Extreme Home Makeover, but Kate Bowman wrote a really good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://www.catapultmagazine.com/issues/article.cfm?issue=" article="551"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; on that too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18539985-113590840562862809?l=left-right-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://left-right-out.blogspot.com/feeds/113590840562862809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18539985&amp;postID=113590840562862809' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18539985/posts/default/113590840562862809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18539985/posts/default/113590840562862809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://left-right-out.blogspot.com/2005/12/why-i-dislike-most-reality-tv-shows.html' title='Why I dislike most reality TV shows'/><author><name>Left Right Out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021034558784706243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18539985.post-113453058829002952</id><published>2005-12-14T16:13:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T15:50:42.083+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Impenetrable theology joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Credit to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/6167632"&gt;jnelson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; via a comment at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://www.megsoapbox.blogspot.com/"&gt;Brideget Jones Goes to Seminary&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;And it just so happens that Karl Barth, Paul Tillich, and Reinhold Niebuhr find themselves all at the same time at Caesarea Philippi. And who should come along but Jesus, and he asks these three famous theologians, “Who do you say that I am?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Karl Barth stands up and says: “You are the 'wholly other,' the vestigious trinitatum who speaks to us in the modality of Christomonism.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Following this, Paul Tillich states: “You are he who heals our ambiguities and overcomes the split of angst and existential estrangement; you are he who speaks of the theonomous viewpoint of the analogia entis, the analogy of our being and the ground of all possibilities.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Reinhold Niebuhr gives a cough for effect and says, in one breath: “You are the impossible possibility who brings to us, your children of light and children of darkness, the overwhelming oughtness in the midst of our fraught condition of estrangement and brokenness in the contiguity and existential anxieties of our ontological relationships.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;And Jesus looks at them and says, “What?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;This is why 10 pages of reading can take an hour or more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18539985-113453058829002952?l=left-right-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://left-right-out.blogspot.com/feeds/113453058829002952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18539985&amp;postID=113453058829002952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18539985/posts/default/113453058829002952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18539985/posts/default/113453058829002952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://left-right-out.blogspot.com/2005/12/impenetrable-theology-joke_113453058829002952.html' title='Impenetrable theology joke'/><author><name>Left Right Out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021034558784706243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18539985.post-113278730368982229</id><published>2005-11-29T19:59:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T15:55:08.573+12:00</updated><title type='text'>It doesn't do to get too sentimental...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;So, I'm a support worker for the intellectually disabled (ID). In New Zealand, most institutions have been shut down, and if the ID person is not dangerous to self or others they generally live in "community care" -- that is, a house with other ID people, with a level of support staff which depends on the level of disability.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Some of my clients lived with their parents until their parents grew too elderly to care for them. Some have been in institutions since the age of two. Some have involved family, others have virtually been abandoned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;H. is in his mid-seventies, the oldest of 7 siblings. He lived with his parents for forty years, but now has little contact with family members. He is moderately ID with severe mood disorders. When he's charming, he's absolutely charming, when he's a being a bugger he'll surpass all other annoyances. But he's very focused on siblings and cousins, and is always calling people his "wee brother" or "wee sister."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;So the other day he looked at me and began his usual vocal pattern by saying  "I've got something!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;"What do you have?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;"I have a new family."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;"You do?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;"Yes!  That's my new family!"  and he started pointing at and listing the names of all the other residents in the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;And my heart was breaking, and I went home to C. and we both thought about what it must be like to live with family most of your life and be ripped from them and not understand why, etc. etc. And how it must feel to build a "new family" and we're so thankful for community care, etc. etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;The next day I am helping H undress for his "wee bubble bath" and he looks at me again and says "I've got something."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;"Yes, what do you have?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;"I've got a new family."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;"You do?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;"This is my new family!"  and he pats a stack of towels on the shelf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Okay, now I don't feel so bad any more :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I love my job. The residents are often heartbreakingly beautiful, and truly innocent in the best "kingdom of heaven" way. And there's no doubt that H does look on other residents as his family and loves them. But it doesn't do to sentimentalize the ID. That limits them and their feelings/abilities. And unfortunately it's a tendency I have, one I have to lose in order to be the best support worker I can be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18539985-113278730368982229?l=left-right-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://left-right-out.blogspot.com/feeds/113278730368982229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18539985&amp;postID=113278730368982229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18539985/posts/default/113278730368982229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18539985/posts/default/113278730368982229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://left-right-out.blogspot.com/2005/11/it-doesnt-do-to-get-too-sentimental.html' title='It doesn&apos;t do to get too sentimental...'/><author><name>Left Right Out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021034558784706243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18539985.post-113321616771824497</id><published>2005-11-24T09:10:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T15:56:31.190+12:00</updated><title type='text'>The daily agenda of  real life lesbian</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Have already snuggled my wife, gotten up, been to the gym, and had breakfast. Here's what I want to accomplish for the rest of the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;1) Get at least two-thirds of the way through the biography of Heloise and Abelard which is due at the library this week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;2) Unload the dishwasher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;3) Study Latin vocab flashcards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;4) Hang out washing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;5) Make dinner for tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;6)  Walk to the post office and send my mom's birthday card&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;7) Knit some more on the sweater I'm making for my grandmother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;8) Read a chapter of Galatians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;And at 4:00 I go to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Radical, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18539985-113321616771824497?l=left-right-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://left-right-out.blogspot.com/feeds/113321616771824497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18539985&amp;postID=113321616771824497' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18539985/posts/default/113321616771824497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18539985/posts/default/113321616771824497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://left-right-out.blogspot.com/2005/11/daily-agenda-of-real-life-lesbian.html' title='The daily agenda of  real life lesbian'/><author><name>Left Right Out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021034558784706243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18539985.post-113087718078551738</id><published>2005-11-02T09:31:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T16:00:20.680+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;At the moment I am using this blog to comment on other blogs.  Hopefully that will change within the next few months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18539985-113087718078551738?l=left-right-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://left-right-out.blogspot.com/feeds/113087718078551738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18539985&amp;postID=113087718078551738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18539985/posts/default/113087718078551738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18539985/posts/default/113087718078551738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://left-right-out.blogspot.com/2005/11/at-moment-i-am-using-this-blog-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Left Right Out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021034558784706243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
