Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Something To Blog About

With the recent tragedies in myanmar and china, who knew there was an opportunity to give a shoutout to breastfeeding. Two days ago, a Save The Children representative was speaking of how the children of myanmar are surviving (or not) in the aftermath of the cyclone. He mentions the orphaned infants are surviving with the help of "milk maid prostitutes." Uh-huh. That's the term. "Milk maid prostitutes." With the contaminated water, apparently powder formula that has been donated is of no use.

And yesterday, my husband heard a clip about a chinese policewoman who is breastfeeding 8 orphaned infants.

Speaking of orphans, I have been playing songs from the movie Annie (1982) on youtube to play for my 3 yr old. As a kid, it was my favorite movie. We had the movie, the soundtrack, the piano music, etc, etc. As i listened to the lyrics of the song Maybe 20 years later, i couldn't help but cringe. She speaks of how her parents are going on with life and "...their one mistake was giving up me." I'm not exactly sure how to explain what the song is about to my 3 yr old; I can't imagine the explanation that came from my parents. I think about the songs from this movie fondly, but as an adult as i'm hearing them again, i can't help but be a little sad about it. It might be obvious as to why i attached myself to the movie as a child, but now that i am a mother, i can't help but think it must have been sad for my own parents. I'm not sure what they said, but obviously it didn't damage me because i still think fondly of the songs and the movie.

Speaking of movies, we signed up for netflix and have been catching up on movies we haven't seen in the past 3 years. We watched the documentary End of Suburbia, which was depressing. Mostly, the movie speaks of how we have reached the peak of all available oil in our earth and we have to think of alternative energy now. Or yesterday. It makes me think about how i will shock and disgust my future grandchildren with stories of how i drive 20 miles to work and how i used to drive a gas-guzzling truck to school (even though there was mass transit available) and how i used to buy groceries that contained mostly food products grown miles and miles away from where i live. My grandchildren will tell me, "Wow, grannie! You used to be so wasteful, it's tragic."

*sigh* Must do more. Must drive less. Must join CSA (did that!). Must waste less.


Anonymous said...

You can look at it this way. Your grandmother grew up with horses plowing the fields, riding a horse to school and to town from the farm. Then came the first rockets, space flight, airplane travel. With all this came new technology in medicine, agriculture, bullet trains, etc. Other countries us Natural Gas as fuel for vehicles (these vehicles are built in the United States. When you become great great grandma their will be modes of transportation and technology we can only find in comic books today. We may just stand in a closet and dial up where we want to travel and be transported their. We may be on other worlds with flights daily between them and our planet. So if you look at where technology has come in the last 50 years it multiplies by three to four times that today. Yes you could have driven an old chev wagon that your brothers drove before you, You could have rode the bus, You could have biked. You did drive a full sized pickup of your grand parents, and also a fairly new mid size pickup. Also a few different new cars which needed tire repairs due to race track type driving.

To end this, Technology changes and new fuels are found.

Scooter said...

When transporters are available, John will transport to your house, and just stand there in the transporter until someone comes to get him. Ellen will call you from the transporter and make you walk around the room ten times before letting her out. When our family goes to dinner, we'll all end up in transporters at different restaurants.

Anonymous said...

Sounds like a disfunctional family!

Anonymous said...

I was also obsessed with the movie Annie, as was my other KAD sister. We also had all the paraphernalia, including the soundtrack record and the piano songbook, and for an entire summer, that was ALL the rest of my family ever heard around the house. I can only imagine how they probably wanted to seek out and destroy said music, but they tolerated us. I wonder if the "orphan connection" was as obvious to my parents and older siblings then as it is to me, now. Pretty weird to think about ...

Deby said...

Oooh, you joined a CSA? I want to! But I don't know which one to choose. Out here in the boonies, nobody even knows what a CSA is, so I've got nothing to go on.

Oh, and YAY for breastfeeding! :-)

LissyJo said...

Hmmm...closet transporter? Sounds like you've been watching star trek. Fine for you to say, dad. Not too hard to come up with new technology when oil ran like water. :)

Gawd--If mom and dad are still around for this magical transporter, that's what's gonna happen, isn't it.

Don't you wonder if the local town-folk tsk'ed tsk'ed in pity when you ran around singing 'It's a hard knock life'?

Yeah, we were in a CSA not last yr but the yr before and i liked it. Supports local ag. Makes me eat more veggies. Not badly priced.

Scooter said...

Per "yay for breastfeeding": Eryn and I were at the park yesterday, and I pulled out a bottle of SunnyD for her to drink. She tipped it up and started drinking and kept tapping the bottom and making a little grunting noise. I said, "Hey, that's how you used to breastfeed." At which point she started laughing and choked to on a lungful of SunnyD until her eyes watered.