I thought today as I was reading PostSecret that I would like to start blogging again. I know no one will read this but it feels good to write; to let my thoughts pour out into this little text box.
I've been looking for a job lately. Something, anything to contribute to this budding family Whitney and I have begun. I know something good is on its way but it's hard not to get discouraged, especially when you never get a call back and attempts to check in on an application are met with a cold shoulder.
I know I'm not alone in this, though. My wonderful wife is working her tail off to support us as we begin our lives together and I love and appreciate her more than I could ever let her know. She keeps me sane and is a constant encouragement to me.
I begin seminary next month. I ordered my first semester's text books yesterday and it looked like some heavy reading but I'm very much looking forward to it. For anyone who doesn't know, I'm seeking a M.A. in media and communication, an area that I am very passionate about. I have a few concerns but I'll get to those in a later post.
Until next year,
-Caleb Williams
Friday, July 31, 2009
Monday, March 31, 2008
Stop-n-go
I'm sitting in Oklahoma now, bored and I figured it would be fun to sit here and tap out a few lines about my thoughts. So far this semester I have been working for The Oklahoma Daily, the school newspaper here at OU and I have found myself busier than I care to admit.
I've let a lot of things slip away from me lately, things that are important to me that I just haven't quite been able to find time for. I actually "quit" working at The Daily for the semester a week ago today but I am still writing one more story for this week about what its like to be a pizza delivery boy in the bustling metropolis of Norman, Okla. Hard hitting stuff, I know, but it should be fun. I am planning on doing a ride along with him for an hour or so, just enough to ask my questions and watch him work to write out 15 to 20 inches and send it in to my editors.
Funny thing is that on the same day I "quit," I applied to be editor in chief for the summer edition of the same paper, a job that is tentatively mine, unless someone more qualified (and let's face it, who isn't) comes along. This summer will be interesting, if you can, come on up and visit for awhile.
-Caleb Williams
I've let a lot of things slip away from me lately, things that are important to me that I just haven't quite been able to find time for. I actually "quit" working at The Daily for the semester a week ago today but I am still writing one more story for this week about what its like to be a pizza delivery boy in the bustling metropolis of Norman, Okla. Hard hitting stuff, I know, but it should be fun. I am planning on doing a ride along with him for an hour or so, just enough to ask my questions and watch him work to write out 15 to 20 inches and send it in to my editors.
Funny thing is that on the same day I "quit," I applied to be editor in chief for the summer edition of the same paper, a job that is tentatively mine, unless someone more qualified (and let's face it, who isn't) comes along. This summer will be interesting, if you can, come on up and visit for awhile.
-Caleb Williams
Monday, December 31, 2007
Oh, to be a Gypsy!
Now that I have finally succeeded in killing off any sort of hapless reader base I may have once had, it is time for another post.
Sometimes I wish I could have been a gypsy. I don't mean I want to be Romanian--although I would like to live in Europe for a while--I mean I want to be a gypsy in the popular conception of the term. Care-free and able to do as I please with only a small group of friends beside me. I don't want to have to worry about things, I realize that this is a sign of immaturity but my immaturity is something I need to own up to and move beyond.
I've been grappling with my future lately and quite frankly it scares me. I worry about money. I worry about finding a job. Contrary to what I know you think all the time, there isn't that huge of a demand for journalists these days. There are blindingly few high paying jobs in journalism. But I want to write news, opinion, fact, fiction, I like to write and that's what I think God has for me.
I've been less introspective over the last few months. Less, I don't know, 'artsy.' I hate the word "artsy" because it implies snobbish or rebellious and those kinds of things. I'm headed toward the mainstream and I don't have any idea when this began to happen to me. It kind of makes me mad to be honest. I guess everything gets swept away by the tides of conformity eventually and why should I be an exception?
I feel like Natalie Portman's character in Garden State, sometimes I just want to do something bizarre to break to monotony of time.
I talk a big game but I'm glad I'm not a gypsy.
-Caleb Williams
Sometimes I wish I could have been a gypsy. I don't mean I want to be Romanian--although I would like to live in Europe for a while--I mean I want to be a gypsy in the popular conception of the term. Care-free and able to do as I please with only a small group of friends beside me. I don't want to have to worry about things, I realize that this is a sign of immaturity but my immaturity is something I need to own up to and move beyond.
I've been grappling with my future lately and quite frankly it scares me. I worry about money. I worry about finding a job. Contrary to what I know you think all the time, there isn't that huge of a demand for journalists these days. There are blindingly few high paying jobs in journalism. But I want to write news, opinion, fact, fiction, I like to write and that's what I think God has for me.
I've been less introspective over the last few months. Less, I don't know, 'artsy.' I hate the word "artsy" because it implies snobbish or rebellious and those kinds of things. I'm headed toward the mainstream and I don't have any idea when this began to happen to me. It kind of makes me mad to be honest. I guess everything gets swept away by the tides of conformity eventually and why should I be an exception?
I feel like Natalie Portman's character in Garden State, sometimes I just want to do something bizarre to break to monotony of time.
I talk a big game but I'm glad I'm not a gypsy.
-Caleb Williams
Saturday, August 4, 2007
Jordan Green is a Genius
If you haven't been reading the Burnside Writer's Collective you are wrong! Read this: http://www.burnsidewriterscollective.com/general/2007/07/the_emergent_churchal_qaeda_co.php
Do it now!
-Caleb Williams
Do it now!
-Caleb Williams
Monday, July 30, 2007
Kenyan Farmers’ Fate Caught Up in U.S. Aid Rules
By CELIA W. DUGGER
LOKWII, Kenya — As the United States Congress debates an omnibus farm bill, it is considering a small change that advocates say could make a big difference to the world’s hungriest people: allowing the federal government to buy some food in Africa to feed the famished, rather than shipping it all overseas from America.
The Bush administration, with odd-bedfellows support from liberal Democrats, has called for allowing the purchase of some food in poor countries to quicken responses to emergencies. But even so, its proposal would not have prevented the paradoxical deepening of hunger here during a long-term project to combat hunger in the harsh, arid reaches of northwestern Kenya.
Families participating in an American-financed irrigation project from 2002 to 2006 were promised payment in corn for clearing the land and digging canals. The Kenyan government objected to the importation of American corn because the country was awash in a bumper harvest that had caused corn prices to plunge.
The result: American officials, prohibited by law from buying the corn locally, could not deliver it. As the impoverished families waited in vain for sustenance from the American heartland, malnutrition among the youngest children worsened and five people died of hunger-related causes.
Ikai Moru, 19, still recalls the hunger that gnawed at her and her mother as they chopped down thorny acacia trees on their tiny plot, hoping one day to reap a bountiful harvest from the parched earth. She watched her mother grow thinner and paler, and finally sicken and die.
“My mother was a very hard worker,” Ms. Moru offered in a brief epitaph.
Through sheer grit, the 2,000 families finished the irrigation system last year and are successfully farming. But long-term projects to help Africa’s rural poor feed themselves are chronically underfinanced, charities say.
Across Africa, the United States is more likely to give people a fish — caught in America — that feeds them for a day than to teach them to fish for themselves. Since last year, for example, the United States has donated $136 million worth of American food to feed the hungry in Kenya, but spent $36 million on agricultural projects to help Kenyan farmers grow and earn more.
And even that small budget for long-term projects in Kenya is expected to dwindle. The United States Agency for International Development, known as Usaid, in seeking to concentrate scarce resources, has dropped Kenya from the list of countries eligible for undertakings like the irrigation project here.
Such efforts are dwarfed by the epic scale of the need. Viewed from a prop plane buzzing like a mosquito overhead, the irrigated land here shimmers as a tiny oasis in a vast, dun-colored landscape.
With the guidance of the Christian charity World Vision, which implemented the project, the families hacked an irrigation system from the barren landscape with machetes, hoes and shovels, clearing 1,000 acres and digging 99 miles of canals along the Kerio River.
Ms. Moru will soon be feeding her four younger brothers and sisters with an abundance of sorghum and corn harvested from their half-acre farm, fulfilling her mother’s dream.
The success is noteworthy, but the families’ sacrifices also illustrate the risks of an American food aid system that is designed to benefit domestic agribusiness and shipping interests and enmeshed in an intricate framework of farm subsidies.
Members of Congress who favor the current system say the support of influential commercial groups is needed to sustain political support for food aid. They warn that ill-timed purchases of food in Africa in times of scarcity could send food prices higher, harming poor consumers.
But critics in Congress contend that the United States could feed far more people more quickly if it could buy surplus food in Africa. It might also help boost the incomes of African farmers, by providing a market for their crops, they say.
The Bush administration is now trying to change the law so that up to $300 million of food can be bought in poor countries during emergencies.
The Senate Agriculture Committee chairman, Tom Harkin, Democrat of Iowa, where growers and landowners got $1.58 billion in corn subsidies in 2005, is advocating a $25 million pilot program to test buying food in poor countries for both emergency and long-term aid.
Even that modest proposal is meeting stiff resistance from farm state legislators. The House Agriculture Committee’s version of the farm bill includes no such pilot. The committee chairman, Collin C. Peterson, Democrat of Minnesota, said of his members,` “They’re still of the mode that this should be American products we’re using our tax dollars to provide them.”
Mr. Peterson’s district got $367 million in corn subsidies in 2005, according to government data analyzed by the Environmental Working Group, a nonprofit research organization.
Even without the American corn that was supposed to keep them going, the families here were determined to grasp their once-in-a-lifetime chance at fertile plots of farmland. Ms. Moru, 14 years old when construction began, recalled how she and her widowed mother had taken on the acacia trees together. They lopped off branches barbed with thorns, burned the trunks and uprooted the stumps.
“It was the heaviest work we had ever done, but we had no choice,” Ms. Moru said. “It was the only way to get land to plow.”
Their success was all the more extraordinary given this desiccated region’s history as a graveyard for well-intended foreign aid efforts to help the Turkana tribe, mostly nomadic herders, escape punishing cycles of drought, hunger and death.
The participants themselves credit a man who gave them fortitude when they faltered: Daniel Mwebi, a Kenyan engineer who managed the project here for World Vision.
From 1992 to 2004, he lived for much of each year in this remote place, far from his wife and children. He said he had been determined to avoid the mistakes of earlier aid projects that relied on heavy earth-moving equipment and diesel-run pumps that required costly fuel, expertise and maintenance.
So he designed a very basic system and trained the Turkana in the masonry, carpentry and welding skills they needed to keep it running. The earthen irrigation systems — built in two United States-financed projects — are powered only by gravity and the sweat of the local people.
What Mr. Mwebi could not have anticipated, however, was how the workings of the American food aid system would deeply complicate that plan, which Usaid financed for $4 million over five years.
When it came to tiding the families over with American corn, the Kenyan government objected, said Simon Nyabwengi, then World Vision’s Nairobi-based manager of the Turkana project. “They offered a very reasonable option,” he said. “They said we appreciate the project, it’s a good project, but we don’t want you to bring in maize.”
William Hammink, who heads the office of Food for Peace at Usaid, confirmed that the corn was never delivered because the United States was prohibited from buying it in Kenya or paying duties on imports.
“We kept waiting,” said Aemun Imong, a 32-year-old mother of four. “They told us, ‘Food is coming, food is coming.’ But we saw it wasn’t coming.”
The lack of food was particularly dire for children under age 5. World Vision surveys documented that the proportion of them stunted by malnutrition rose to about a third in 2004, from about a fifth when construction began in 2002.
The five people who died were Ms. Moru’s mother, another woman and three children, according to Mr. Lokolonyoi, who said he reported the deaths to district authorities.
Mr. Hammink of Usaid said he did not know what caused the worsening of malnutrition, though he said that provision of corn to the families would most likely have lessened it.
The United Nations World Food Program, with contributions from other nations, was able to obtain 75 percent more corn to feed Africa’s hungry from 2001 to 2005 by purchasing it in Kenya, Zambia and Uganda, rather than shipping it from the United States, Michigan State researchers found.
As the building stretched over years, a portion of the promised beans and vegetable oil from the United States was delivered in 2004, Mr. Mwebi said. Some corn bought in Kenya with private money also came. But it was too late to avert the hunger of the early years.
By 2005, the families each had a half-acre of cleared land to farm. They grew enough food to donate almost 14,000 pounds for the needy still around them, said Hosea Lotir, who heads the local water users’ association.
As they settled down to farm instead of wandering with their animals, the number of children in the Lokwii primary school more than doubled, to 857 — and would have doubled again if it had not closed its admissions, school officials said.
The families here continue to nurture their verdant green spots of progress. Nearby villages are clamoring for irrigation projects of their own, but American officials say they do not expect to have the money to finance them.
As the sun neared its zenith one recent morning, the main canal in Morulem — the site of the first irrigation project — was a cauldron of flailing hoes and shovels. Women glistening with sweat gouged out tons of silt to clear a clogged channel.
On a later shift, it was the men’s turn, and women squatting on the banks hectored them. Don’t just shovel at the sides of the canal, they yelled, dig out the middle of it. That’s the hard part!
“I know what I’m doing,” Julius Edukon barked back. “I don’t need your advice.”
Arupe Eoto, a withered old woman, sought to mollify him with praise and a nod to the tribe’s sternest taskmaster. “You really seem to know what you’re doing,” she told him. “The hunger has taught you well.”
-New York Times, July 30, 2007
http://www.nytimes.com/2007/07/31/world/africa/31food.html?ei=5088&en=bdc2058b2d1a8814&ex=1343534400&partner=rssnyt&emc=rss&pagewanted=print
LOKWII, Kenya — As the United States Congress debates an omnibus farm bill, it is considering a small change that advocates say could make a big difference to the world’s hungriest people: allowing the federal government to buy some food in Africa to feed the famished, rather than shipping it all overseas from America.
The Bush administration, with odd-bedfellows support from liberal Democrats, has called for allowing the purchase of some food in poor countries to quicken responses to emergencies. But even so, its proposal would not have prevented the paradoxical deepening of hunger here during a long-term project to combat hunger in the harsh, arid reaches of northwestern Kenya.
Families participating in an American-financed irrigation project from 2002 to 2006 were promised payment in corn for clearing the land and digging canals. The Kenyan government objected to the importation of American corn because the country was awash in a bumper harvest that had caused corn prices to plunge.
The result: American officials, prohibited by law from buying the corn locally, could not deliver it. As the impoverished families waited in vain for sustenance from the American heartland, malnutrition among the youngest children worsened and five people died of hunger-related causes.
Ikai Moru, 19, still recalls the hunger that gnawed at her and her mother as they chopped down thorny acacia trees on their tiny plot, hoping one day to reap a bountiful harvest from the parched earth. She watched her mother grow thinner and paler, and finally sicken and die.
“My mother was a very hard worker,” Ms. Moru offered in a brief epitaph.
Through sheer grit, the 2,000 families finished the irrigation system last year and are successfully farming. But long-term projects to help Africa’s rural poor feed themselves are chronically underfinanced, charities say.
Across Africa, the United States is more likely to give people a fish — caught in America — that feeds them for a day than to teach them to fish for themselves. Since last year, for example, the United States has donated $136 million worth of American food to feed the hungry in Kenya, but spent $36 million on agricultural projects to help Kenyan farmers grow and earn more.
And even that small budget for long-term projects in Kenya is expected to dwindle. The United States Agency for International Development, known as Usaid, in seeking to concentrate scarce resources, has dropped Kenya from the list of countries eligible for undertakings like the irrigation project here.
Such efforts are dwarfed by the epic scale of the need. Viewed from a prop plane buzzing like a mosquito overhead, the irrigated land here shimmers as a tiny oasis in a vast, dun-colored landscape.
With the guidance of the Christian charity World Vision, which implemented the project, the families hacked an irrigation system from the barren landscape with machetes, hoes and shovels, clearing 1,000 acres and digging 99 miles of canals along the Kerio River.
Ms. Moru will soon be feeding her four younger brothers and sisters with an abundance of sorghum and corn harvested from their half-acre farm, fulfilling her mother’s dream.
The success is noteworthy, but the families’ sacrifices also illustrate the risks of an American food aid system that is designed to benefit domestic agribusiness and shipping interests and enmeshed in an intricate framework of farm subsidies.
Members of Congress who favor the current system say the support of influential commercial groups is needed to sustain political support for food aid. They warn that ill-timed purchases of food in Africa in times of scarcity could send food prices higher, harming poor consumers.
But critics in Congress contend that the United States could feed far more people more quickly if it could buy surplus food in Africa. It might also help boost the incomes of African farmers, by providing a market for their crops, they say.
The Bush administration is now trying to change the law so that up to $300 million of food can be bought in poor countries during emergencies.
The Senate Agriculture Committee chairman, Tom Harkin, Democrat of Iowa, where growers and landowners got $1.58 billion in corn subsidies in 2005, is advocating a $25 million pilot program to test buying food in poor countries for both emergency and long-term aid.
Even that modest proposal is meeting stiff resistance from farm state legislators. The House Agriculture Committee’s version of the farm bill includes no such pilot. The committee chairman, Collin C. Peterson, Democrat of Minnesota, said of his members,` “They’re still of the mode that this should be American products we’re using our tax dollars to provide them.”
Mr. Peterson’s district got $367 million in corn subsidies in 2005, according to government data analyzed by the Environmental Working Group, a nonprofit research organization.
Even without the American corn that was supposed to keep them going, the families here were determined to grasp their once-in-a-lifetime chance at fertile plots of farmland. Ms. Moru, 14 years old when construction began, recalled how she and her widowed mother had taken on the acacia trees together. They lopped off branches barbed with thorns, burned the trunks and uprooted the stumps.
“It was the heaviest work we had ever done, but we had no choice,” Ms. Moru said. “It was the only way to get land to plow.”
Their success was all the more extraordinary given this desiccated region’s history as a graveyard for well-intended foreign aid efforts to help the Turkana tribe, mostly nomadic herders, escape punishing cycles of drought, hunger and death.
The participants themselves credit a man who gave them fortitude when they faltered: Daniel Mwebi, a Kenyan engineer who managed the project here for World Vision.
From 1992 to 2004, he lived for much of each year in this remote place, far from his wife and children. He said he had been determined to avoid the mistakes of earlier aid projects that relied on heavy earth-moving equipment and diesel-run pumps that required costly fuel, expertise and maintenance.
So he designed a very basic system and trained the Turkana in the masonry, carpentry and welding skills they needed to keep it running. The earthen irrigation systems — built in two United States-financed projects — are powered only by gravity and the sweat of the local people.
What Mr. Mwebi could not have anticipated, however, was how the workings of the American food aid system would deeply complicate that plan, which Usaid financed for $4 million over five years.
When it came to tiding the families over with American corn, the Kenyan government objected, said Simon Nyabwengi, then World Vision’s Nairobi-based manager of the Turkana project. “They offered a very reasonable option,” he said. “They said we appreciate the project, it’s a good project, but we don’t want you to bring in maize.”
William Hammink, who heads the office of Food for Peace at Usaid, confirmed that the corn was never delivered because the United States was prohibited from buying it in Kenya or paying duties on imports.
“We kept waiting,” said Aemun Imong, a 32-year-old mother of four. “They told us, ‘Food is coming, food is coming.’ But we saw it wasn’t coming.”
The lack of food was particularly dire for children under age 5. World Vision surveys documented that the proportion of them stunted by malnutrition rose to about a third in 2004, from about a fifth when construction began in 2002.
The five people who died were Ms. Moru’s mother, another woman and three children, according to Mr. Lokolonyoi, who said he reported the deaths to district authorities.
Mr. Hammink of Usaid said he did not know what caused the worsening of malnutrition, though he said that provision of corn to the families would most likely have lessened it.
The United Nations World Food Program, with contributions from other nations, was able to obtain 75 percent more corn to feed Africa’s hungry from 2001 to 2005 by purchasing it in Kenya, Zambia and Uganda, rather than shipping it from the United States, Michigan State researchers found.
As the building stretched over years, a portion of the promised beans and vegetable oil from the United States was delivered in 2004, Mr. Mwebi said. Some corn bought in Kenya with private money also came. But it was too late to avert the hunger of the early years.
By 2005, the families each had a half-acre of cleared land to farm. They grew enough food to donate almost 14,000 pounds for the needy still around them, said Hosea Lotir, who heads the local water users’ association.
As they settled down to farm instead of wandering with their animals, the number of children in the Lokwii primary school more than doubled, to 857 — and would have doubled again if it had not closed its admissions, school officials said.
The families here continue to nurture their verdant green spots of progress. Nearby villages are clamoring for irrigation projects of their own, but American officials say they do not expect to have the money to finance them.
As the sun neared its zenith one recent morning, the main canal in Morulem — the site of the first irrigation project — was a cauldron of flailing hoes and shovels. Women glistening with sweat gouged out tons of silt to clear a clogged channel.
On a later shift, it was the men’s turn, and women squatting on the banks hectored them. Don’t just shovel at the sides of the canal, they yelled, dig out the middle of it. That’s the hard part!
“I know what I’m doing,” Julius Edukon barked back. “I don’t need your advice.”
Arupe Eoto, a withered old woman, sought to mollify him with praise and a nod to the tribe’s sternest taskmaster. “You really seem to know what you’re doing,” she told him. “The hunger has taught you well.”
-New York Times, July 30, 2007
http://www.nytimes.com/2007/07/31/world/africa/31food.html?ei=5088&en=bdc2058b2d1a8814&ex=1343534400&partner=rssnyt&emc=rss&pagewanted=print
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