I immediately downloaded the first issue into my Kindle and avidly read the five wonderful stories in it. Then I went over and looked at the videos on You Tube. Wow. This is beautiful! The story by Jim Shepard, "Your Fate Hurtles Down at You," is one I won't forget.
Emily Naeole weds. One of my friends is in a photo, wearing a blue hat, obviously enjoying herself. She said she was going, but I thought she was kidding. Tiffany's report is amusing, too. I'm just a sentimental sucker for weddings. I don't think that husband is going to get out of line. He's a brave man. Emily scares the daylights out of me!
From the NY TImes.When I lived in Oregon there were so many homeless kids. The "tough love" phenomenon was part of the reason parents gave then for throwing their kids out. Religious fanatics were also apt to throw their kids out. Kids were running away from abuse of all sorts, too. Now it seems that economic disasters are causing this dereliction of parental duties.
I wonder if anyone has tracked the lives and fates of the homeless kids of the 80's.
What I want to say is this is nothing new. My Depression era father was on his own from age 15 or 16, along with his younger sister. They were survivors. My aunt is now a happy 90 year old who drives back and forth from her place in Napa to her hideaway at Tahoe. She does a lot of babysitting for her great grandkids, too. But her life has been hard in many ways. I venture to say that now is the happiest time of her life.
I wonder if such happy endings are in store for the current crop of throwaway kids, in a much more crowded and competitive world. And why things need to be this way in the first place.
This review from The Nation (subscribers only, I guess; I read it on my Kindle) is worth reading for the attitude it reveals toward the people who, while they may not be evil capitalists or big time crooks, exist at a high social cost to themselves and to the rest of us. We are supposed to love them and envy them their freedom. It is absolutely verboten to point out that these people are losers. Who wants to be accused of being uptight? This adulation of fecklessness is something I first encountered when I went back to college in the 80's and encountered several of these American drifters. Women seemed attracted to them, I guess because they were no threat, but they had nothing much to offer beyond some patter and a little charm. It wasn't as if they were real men or anything.
Men of this kind know that money will get them anything they want, as the reviewer points out. But they don't know how to get money, so they chase around, mooching and scheming their lives away, never settling down until the Reaper makes an intervention.
There is an article I won't link to about a sad man who made of mess of everything and died young but who yet is being eulogized as a lover of life, a free spirit, and so on. This poor soul never got the help he needed but instead got farther and farther out until he crashed. He needed care but was instead "enabled" in his crazy schemes and foolish running around. I find this very sad. It's also very expensive to society, in all senses of the word, and is ultimately a form of neglect. There is nothing fun or life affirming to me in the stories of these aimless people. It's just sentimentality to find uplift in the stories of such lives.
We planted this tree several years ago. When the harvest is over, we are going to top it and trim it. Breadfruit is an important Polynesian source of starchy food, along with taro and sweet potatoes. Our Tongan friend that you see helping there says the best way to cook it is to boil it with coconut milk. Our neighbor was glad to get a fruit, too.
Breadfruit makes an excellent salad, especially if combined half and half with potatoes. You can make chips with it as well. A nice and simple treatment I like is to pressure cook it, cut it up and serve it with garlic and olive oil or home made mayonnaise. Some like to wait until breadfruit are dead ripe, when they are more like a fruit and don't need to be cooked. I think they are too sweet that way.