11 November 2009

Random Diss Excerpt #14

READING ADVISORY: Lots of big words meant to justify my comparison of two seemingly unrelated fieldsites (and a sharp, sideward elbow-jab aimed at the positivist tendencies that continue to thrive in some anthropology departments).

WARNING TO WOULD-BE PLAGIARISTS:
Embedded in this excerpt is a curse upon your privates.


At first glance the proposed comparison of the case studies presented here appears to violate at least one traditional tenet of comparative studies in general: “that the items compared must share certain fundamental traits” (Nader 1994: 87). Nader (ibid) refers to this as “the notion of controlled comparison,” based upon anthropology’s early conformity to the canons of positivist science that include the identification of and control over discrete variables in stable laboratory settings or, as might be the case with human society, in bounded, static, homogenous communities. The comparative approach of this study has been questioned repeatedly on the following terms: the invalidity of making generalizations on the basis of a single case study per country, the lack of representativeness of Baun Bango and Tawangan for the Indonesian and Philippine contexts respectively, the absence of measurable key variables in both case studies, and the vast differences between the two nation-states.

I argue that drawing connections between Baun Bango and Tawangan is a plausible – perhaps even imperative – exercise that can produce new insights through the juxtaposition of different locales so as to explore what “mutually critical commentary they make upon each other” (Marcus 1998: 52-53). The comparative parts of this dissertation perform this very juxtaposition following Marcus’ (1998) methodological discussions on multi-sited ethnography and Nader’s (1994) suggestions on the need to cultivate and nurture the comparative consciousness in anthropology.

This study is multi-sited in two ways: firstly, there are two separate fieldsites that are central to the entire research project, and secondly, there is more than one interface or field of social interaction pertinent to the research questions posed above. The comparisons I present here are not mere abstractions or artificial connections. They are dependent on firsthand ethnographic work and on-the-ground documentation of “processes that cross-cut time frames and spatial zones in quite uncontrollable ways…” (Marcus 1998: 73) – namely, processes of negotiating and implementing discourses, policies, and practices on environmental conservation and indigenous peoples’ rights. As was discussed above, the dynamics of environmental issues and the way different actors apprehend them is a process that crosses boundaries and timescapes, and which also intersects with identity and everyday life. The key actors themselves physically as well as intellectually cross boundaries constantly and participate in several timescapes, landscapes, and social interfaces.

While it certainly can be said that the discourses of environmental conservation and indigenous peoples’ rights are not equally applied to or replicated in each case study, my comparisons emerge from putting questions to the emergent contours and relationships of these two topics in “complexly connected real-world sites of investigation” (ibid: 86). As the comparative chapters of this dissertation will show, the juxtaposition of case studies herein consists of seeing the increasingly global discourses of environmentalism and indigenous peoples’ rights as integral parts of parallel local-yet-fluid situations.

9 November 2009

Hiber Nation



I am temporarily in deep dissertation space. Blogging will resume when I discover a way out the blackhole through sheer mind-power.

SHHHHHHH!

5 October 2009

Life and Death in Miniature

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Lest I forget, life goes on.

3 October 2009

Reading Lessons

The tips of Manang Cielo's slender fingers are cracked from all the work she does growing things. Wedged into the thin cracks of her fingertips there is always earth.


Her home is surrounded by bamboo, pine trees, magnolia trees, and coffee planted by her parents and before them, her grandparents. Everything grows in wild profusion. There are always green shoots of one thing or another pushing through the perenially moist soil and, if you look closely, insects and worms of all colors and sizes bustle about everywhere. Plants and fallen leaves cover almost every inch of ground, except for in a wide circle swept daily around the old house, whose wooden floors are always shiny.

Manang Cielo no longer bothers to go downtown. "There's no reason for me to go there," she says with disdain and a dismissive wave of her hand. "There" is just a ten-minute jeepney ride from where she lives on one of Baguio's hills. She says she sees enough of what's out "there" on tv, reads about it in the newspapers that her sister brings home. She doesn't like what she sees, thinks the ways of "people nowadays" are mostly to blame for the sad state of our city. She doesn't like seeing people much either.


She prefers to stay in the forest her family made where, she tells me, she can see the clouds coming up to Baguio from the western lowlands veer towards her home, because that is where the air is cool, thanks to the trees. This family lot looks anything but cultivated but many hours are spent tending the land, clearing pathways for water, keeping the springs clean, planting more trees on slopes where the soil is coming loose. Once I asked her whether she was going to transplant the coffee seedlings springing up densely in one place and she said it was better to let things grow where they sprouted. Having plants in various stages of growth stand together in one spot helps to guide rainwater into the soil and keep it there.

Their trees harbor so many birds. I wish I were a birder so I could identify them when I spend time in Manang Cielo's place. I guess the birds stay because it's one of the few remaining places in the city for them to live. But Manang Cielo laments that there isn't enough food for them on her family's land. Sometimes she finds the dead bodies of birds on the ground and she says when she picks them up they are almost weightless.

After a particularly strong typhoon last year I went to see her and she looked distraught. Many trees and branches had cracked during the storm. "Much as it pains me, we had to cut some of them down."


I told her about how, on my way to her place in a strong downpour I noticed that the rainwater was orange-red running down Bokawkan, Session Road, sections of Trancoville and Leonard Wood Road. Manang Cielo said that was definitely a sign of erosion. It interested her that I noticed this in sections of Baguio that are overbuilt and heavily cemented. She said that when the rainwater runs down their hill it is always clear, or light brown in some places, but never darkens to red or more threatening shades of mud-brown. Ironically, further down from where she lives, the water does run red.


When disaster strikes and there are landslides or mudslides around the city and in other parts of the country she rails at the news, her voice shaking with frustration, "Why can't people learn? They should have known this could happen. The causes are right before their eyes! Can't they see?"

Manang Cielo is teaching me how to see.

30 September 2009

The view from not so far away...

Or, What We Have Forgotten...

There is a way of thinking about the world around us that has become so persistent that we take it for granted. We think of nature or the environment as something out there, as being about trees, wild animals, mountains, pristine lakes and oceans. We think of ourselves, humans, as being above nature because we are rational, calculating, and conniving. We think of our cities as being separate from nature. We think of our technologies as management tools that we can use to control nature. We speak of Ondoy as a natural disaster.

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It's time to change our habits of thinking.

Ondoy, the natural disaster, is gone from our country. That particular typhoon is over but we are still in the throes of a social disaster created by nature and humans both. The possible human causes for this social disaster include, among other things, excessive
waste generation and improper waste disposal, lack of foresight in the zonation of our cities, our contributions to greenhouse emissions, and not knowing how or refusing to read the landscape for what it is. The landscape is the visible, congealed aspect of human and non-human forces transforming space over time. The effluents of our technologies and the products of our actions do not stay in some bounded and defined, human, socio-cultural space. They leak out of our homes, our offices, schools and industries and become part of the environment, some of them eventually posing threats to our own health and well-being.

Even when we think we are not touching nature or are ourselves untouched by nature
, we are in fact altering nature. Anthropologist Barbara Adam, who wrote about the links between humans, the environment and invisible hazards, says it all: "Every in/action counts and is non-retractable." The environment is not pristine nature somewhere over the rainbow. The environment is here and we are in it. The environment is a work in progress and it is made by many hands and innumerable actions over time -- time that stretches several millenia before today, and time that will stretch on even after we're gone. To say that we can think 100 years ahead is to say that we are shortsighted. Our politicians, our putative leaders, are stuck thinking in six-year cycles. Our government was totally unprepared for the aftermath of Ondoy and much of it was due to a lack of foresight. The victims of Ondoy who are still on their rooftops, those who have lost their homes, and those who have lost their loved ones -- they suffer and we suffer with them not just because of a natural disaster but because environmental disasters are also social disasters.

We cannot go on believing
that we thrive separately from nature and that nature is pristine and untouched by human effluence. Nature is more than just a pleasant vacation spot for those so inclined to spend their holidays in "The Great Outdoors." We cannot continue to think that climbing the world's highest mountains, or that our most sophisticated technologies symbolize man conquering nature. Such foolish arrogance is untenable. We are inextricably intertwined with nature. In 1972 the anthropologist Clifford Geertz wrote that "advanced technology ties us in even more closely with the habitat we both make and inhabit... having more impact upon it we in turn cause it to have more impact on us." He knew then what we must remember now. And now, "How are we to live?"

Because copying down poems over and over is a form of prayer

A PRAYER THAT WILL BE ANSWERED

by Anna Kamienska

Lord let me suffer much
and then die

Let me walk through silence
and leave nothing behind not even fear

Make the world continue
let the ocean kiss the sand just as before

Let the grass stay green
so that the frogs can hide in it

so that someone can bury his face in it
and sob out his love

Make the day rise brightly
as if there were no more pain

And let my poem stand clear as a windowpane
bumped by a bumblebee's head

(Translated from the Polish by Stanislaw Baranczak and Clare Cavanagh. From A Book of Luminous Things by Ceslaw Milosz.)

This makes me wonder


I've been thinking about... why Manila wasn't prepared...

When a 1977 government study saw the possibility of this happening.

I've been wondering about... how we might get our acts together in the face of all this...

... when the administration's allies are busy undermining the government (that's us, the people, that they're undermining).

I've been awed by the outpouring of love and the amazing resilience among Filipinos and our creativity in times of crisis. I respect and am grateful for those that have turned to prayer, and yet I ask myself, is prayer enough?

Although it was no soft rain and pain hangs in the air around us...


OF RAIN AND AIR

All day I have been closed up
inside rooms, speaking of trivial
matters. Now at last I have come out
into the night, myself a center

of darkness.
Beneath the clouds the low sky glows
with scattered light. I can hardly think
this is happening. Here in this bright absence

of day, I feel myself opening out
with contentment.
All around me the soft rain is whispering
of thousands of feet of air
invisible above us.

BY WAYNE DODD, from A Book of Luminous Things edited by Ceslaw Milosz

17 September 2009

Going Bananas

I have two questions.

1) If you by these Dole Cavendish bananas in 7-11...

are you buying into the use of poison rain in corporate banana plantations in Mindanao?
"In May 2009, the Department of Health released its study (“Health and Environmental Assessment of Sitio Camocaan, Hagonoy, Davao del Sur”) which showed that residents exposed to the spray were found to have pesticide traces in their blood. Air and soil outside plantation boundaries were also found to be contaminated. The study recommended banning aerial spraying and a shift to organic methods...

"'We are not bananas. We are not pests.' This is the cry of communities near banana plantations in Mindanao who have to suffer the adverse effects of regular toxic aerial spraying. Imagine yourself sipping coffee under the open sky when suddenly something lands in your cup. Imagine yourself a child on your way to school and getting sprayed with pesticides. Farmers working on their small farms and people doing their daily chores are among those who suffer indirect hits and have to run for cover when airplanes unleash pesticides on vast banana plantations. While they are not the intended targets, there is no way they can avoid getting hit by the airplanes’ toxic load...

"People who live with constant spraying complain of respiratory and skin ailments... Fruit trees and farm animals have died. Malunggay trees have withered...

"MAAS [Mamamayan Ayaw sa Aerial Spraying] said that the tridemorph and chlorothalonil fungicides used in the Philippines are banned in other countries...

"Davao City is not the only place in Mindanao that has to put up with aerial spraying. Davao City’s feisty Mayor Rodrigo Duterte is a vocal anti-aerial spraying advocate and the city government has passed an ordinance against it. But the Philippine Banana Growers and Exporters Association (PBGEA) challenged the ordinance in court...

"The petitioners got a favorable decision but PBGEA elevated the case to the Court of Appeals. Meanwhile, aerial spraying continues...

"In the Philippines, exporters of Cavendish bananas use the aerial spraying method to kill the Sigatoka fungus. Aerial bombardment hits not just the intended targets but human and non-humans as well that happen to be within the range of the toxic drift, which reaches 3.2 kms. on the average."

-- From the Sept. 10, 2009 column of Ma. Ceres Doyo


And 2) why buy a bland, P12 Dole Cavendish Banana Single (that insults your capacity for intelligent choice)

when you can buy native bananas of different textures and wonderful tastes at P1.50 to P3 each in the market?

Don't be deceived by appearances. This is the good stuff!

9 September 2009

Cathy's Litson Rice

How does the lechon rice of Cathy's Fastfood fare on the two seesters' and Fritson's scale of pig snouts?

Click here to find out!