As much as the chosen headline for this article may seem to be the concerns of a slightly unbalanced or confused individual, these are the exact words that I have heard from numerous colleagues. Information overload is a female dog. One would assume that the endless debates, the books, the videos, the written articles that saturate the media and bookshelves would have created some level of "knowingness". Unfortunately, the results are quite the opposite. People are more confused now than they were before the big green push. And I mean people across the board - IT executives, housewives, retailers - you name it.
My impression is, the problem with our green effort has been the methods used in dispensing the needed knowledge.Green living and technology has been hijacked by top level marketers. Many books are written with the college grad in mind. Most opinions come with a hidden agenda and some are coming from a stance of classism. It is unfortunate that most corporate videos about green are the ones put out by the massive,enterprise organization. Their environment, because of its enormity, warrants addressing issues like LEED design, solar, wind, geo-thermal and the likes. On the residential side, videos about green seem to mimic "pimp my home". Huge, expensive, space like, futuristic gadgets and appliances are the main props.We see videos with $12K dollar stoves, $8K dollar refrigerators and huge estates on massive plots of land (sprawl). The "Joe and Mary Six Pack" walk away thinking that green is expensive, or the Joe Engineer of that small company believes that greening is out of his league. Even more........... To continue reading this article, please go to:
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Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
This poem is one of the most emotion tickling written pieces I have read. It identifies our immediate need to look forward to our children, their future and backward to our actions.
Tomorrow’s Child© Glenn Thomas
Without a name; an unseen face
and knowing not your time nor place
Tomorrow’s Child, though yet unborn,
I met you first last Tuesday morn.
A wise friend introduced us two,
and through his sobering point of view
I saw a day that you would see;
a day for you, but not for me
Knowing you has changed my thinking,
for I never had an inkling
That perhaps the things I do
might someday, somehow, threaten you
Tomorrow’s Child, my daughter-son
I’m afraid I’ve just begun
To think of you and of your good,
Though always having known I should.
Begin I will to weigh the cost
of what I squander; what is lost
If ever I forget that you
will someday come to live here too.
Tomorrow’s Child© Glenn Thomas
Without a name; an unseen face
and knowing not your time nor place
Tomorrow’s Child, though yet unborn,
I met you first last Tuesday morn.
A wise friend introduced us two,
and through his sobering point of view
I saw a day that you would see;
a day for you, but not for me
Knowing you has changed my thinking,
for I never had an inkling
That perhaps the things I do
might someday, somehow, threaten you
Tomorrow’s Child, my daughter-son
I’m afraid I’ve just begun
To think of you and of your good,
Though always having known I should.
Begin I will to weigh the cost
of what I squander; what is lost
If ever I forget that you
will someday come to live here too.
Saturday, August 7, 2010
A Lesson fron A Dog.
My Mind just went far back to a little dog we had. His name was Skipper. We never knew that ole Skip was a hunting dog, so naturally he killed chickens and stole eggs. The neighbor’s. My mother decided to get rid of Skipper. Though an extremely good watchdog, she could not deal with the neighbor’s complaints. I suspect there must have been secret compensations. There was a man who collected bats for the Ministry of Agriculture. He traveled to some of the remotest places on the island. He was given the job to take Skipper away. Thinking about it, I think he enjoyed doing the job of “animal disappearer”. Ole Skip was taken to the forests of Rio Claro and released.
Life went on normally and Skipper being gone was a relief. I really can’t remember missing Skipper. His absence was negated by the presence of his friend, Ringo. No one missed ole Skip.
One day I was performing my childhood chores of weeding the front yard. I heard a wimpering cry at the gate. To my surprise there stood Skipper, thin, dirty and crying to be let in the gate. I remember my heart dropping. It was as if that dog spoke to me. I quickly ran and opened the gate. Skipper ran into that yard like he never left. He was so glad to be home. I guess being an animal he showed no anger, no disappointment, no pain. But you could quickly look at Skipper and know that he was extremely weak. I called out to my mother and she came running, hardly believing her eyes. To this day, no one knows how Skipper made it back home. That dog put back on some weight and continued watching our property, playing with us, the children just like nothing ever happened.
Although ole Skip did occasionally kill a chicken my mother never thought about getting rid of him again. Skipper grew old, performing his duties with a loyalty I’ll never forget.
I thought of Skip today and I must admit he brought tears to my eyes. See Skipper left a message and a lesson. We all have friends or a family member who has a trait that is unpleasant to us. Like Skipper we sometimes choose to throw them away. Thinking about ole Skip, it reminded me that we should have looked at his extremely good qualities, at least when he’s not stealing eggs. Friends like Skipper are irreplaceable. Don’t throw them away. Value them on their entire package. I often wonder what would have happened if Skipper never found his way back. Now I know.
Somebody would have gotten the most loyal friend I have ever had. We all have Skippers in our lives.Your friend may suck, but all things considered, that may be the most loyal friend you got..
Life went on normally and Skipper being gone was a relief. I really can’t remember missing Skipper. His absence was negated by the presence of his friend, Ringo. No one missed ole Skip.
One day I was performing my childhood chores of weeding the front yard. I heard a wimpering cry at the gate. To my surprise there stood Skipper, thin, dirty and crying to be let in the gate. I remember my heart dropping. It was as if that dog spoke to me. I quickly ran and opened the gate. Skipper ran into that yard like he never left. He was so glad to be home. I guess being an animal he showed no anger, no disappointment, no pain. But you could quickly look at Skipper and know that he was extremely weak. I called out to my mother and she came running, hardly believing her eyes. To this day, no one knows how Skipper made it back home. That dog put back on some weight and continued watching our property, playing with us, the children just like nothing ever happened.
Although ole Skip did occasionally kill a chicken my mother never thought about getting rid of him again. Skipper grew old, performing his duties with a loyalty I’ll never forget.
I thought of Skip today and I must admit he brought tears to my eyes. See Skipper left a message and a lesson. We all have friends or a family member who has a trait that is unpleasant to us. Like Skipper we sometimes choose to throw them away. Thinking about ole Skip, it reminded me that we should have looked at his extremely good qualities, at least when he’s not stealing eggs. Friends like Skipper are irreplaceable. Don’t throw them away. Value them on their entire package. I often wonder what would have happened if Skipper never found his way back. Now I know.
Somebody would have gotten the most loyal friend I have ever had. We all have Skippers in our lives.Your friend may suck, but all things considered, that may be the most loyal friend you got..
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Can Poor Folks Go Green?
We in America are spoilt! Period. Spoilt, rotten. Even our government is spoilt. We spend our days debating and analyzing. Lobbying and pontificating, while the rest of the world runs past.Maybe the government should go green and eradicate the toxic politicians that sit day after day draining our resources. This idiot, and I will call no name, has, posted a huge article about green hurting poor people. Being raised poor, and I mean really poor. Not the poor but eating meat everyday poor, with a car in the garage type of poor. No, I mean carrying the daily supply of water poor. No refridgerator poor. Walking to school poor. Milking the cow poor. Chasing that chicken for Sunday lunch poor. So back to Mr.Socially Concious probably Ivy League grad world educator. He theorizes that going green will hurt poor people. I got some "educmackashion" for him. I'll tell you about my upbringing. I am sure you will agree it was the ultimate green and today I truly miss that luxurious poverty.
My grand mother was, though unkowing to her, a green lifer. I must admit not through choice but through economic situation. Funny thing is, I vividly remember how beautiful my childhood was. We had chickens in the yard, no lawn mower, well, we had no lawn...LOL, a bicycle that my uncles rode to work, a backyard garden, no electricity, she made her own soap and starch from cassava, we collected rain water. I still try to remember the name of the vine that we used to brush our teeth in the morning. Way better than Colgate. My grandma passed with a full mouth of teeth.
The only time my grandmother road a vehicle was when she had to grudgingly head into the city. Her cooking was done on a small kerosene stove, though she favored the three rock approach in her humble backyard. Her constant singing while doing laundry on a half barrel with a scrub board (locally made) that the villagers referred to as a "jooking" board still resonates in my head. Most of the soap were made by the older heads until later on we started to see laundry detergent. The broom was made of cocnut straws. BTW...the coconut tree provided altogether about 30 household products, from brooms to oil, to perfumes.
I present these little scenarios because, Mr. Just turned Green, your question should not be whether going green will hurt poor people, it should be whether rich people could survive in a green world. Would you trade your toilet for a latrine? or your sauna for a bucket and barrel with a "dipper". Would you eat beef only on special occasions? Would you compost in your backyard? Or would the smell be offensive to you?Would you willingly give up your plastic grocery bags for a basket handwoven from the coconut straw? Are you aware that there are still natives in the Amazon who live the ultimate green life but academians are eager to bring "civilization" to them.You see "Sir", green is not a fad, a fashion, a yuppie thrill. It is an sustainable existence. My grandma taught us "cut the cane, and plant it back".
Sustainability is a big word. My grandma might not have been able to spell it, but she practiced it everyday. We recycled and reused. We looked at the earth as our supermarket, you paid with work. Our tools were cutlasses, hoes, shovels, all handmade.Most, if not all our medicines were backyrad concoctions and damn, they worked.
Going green would definitely help the miners in West Virginia.Just last week they lost 29 hardworking men. The very first step would be kicking out the blood sucking corporations who have no respect for families. Yes that's going green. Giving farming back to the farmers and rewarding them for their work. Not paying farmers not to produce so as to strangle the economy with these huge emporiums like Walmart, Associates and Key Foods.
Going green means investigating these pharmaceutical companies and their cohorts who choose to medicate the shit out of our children. Going green means making it illegal for politicians to put at risk, the very existence of our young men and women for their selfish, ungodly acts of war.
Yes sir! So if you are ready to go green, bring it on. It was a marvellous life until you stepped in. Poor folks have always lived green. From Japan to Jamaica, Ireland to Indonesia, America to Antigua, Tripoli to Trinidad. We have lived green and enjoyed it.
My grand mother was, though unkowing to her, a green lifer. I must admit not through choice but through economic situation. Funny thing is, I vividly remember how beautiful my childhood was. We had chickens in the yard, no lawn mower, well, we had no lawn...LOL, a bicycle that my uncles rode to work, a backyard garden, no electricity, she made her own soap and starch from cassava, we collected rain water. I still try to remember the name of the vine that we used to brush our teeth in the morning. Way better than Colgate. My grandma passed with a full mouth of teeth.
The only time my grandmother road a vehicle was when she had to grudgingly head into the city. Her cooking was done on a small kerosene stove, though she favored the three rock approach in her humble backyard. Her constant singing while doing laundry on a half barrel with a scrub board (locally made) that the villagers referred to as a "jooking" board still resonates in my head. Most of the soap were made by the older heads until later on we started to see laundry detergent. The broom was made of cocnut straws. BTW...the coconut tree provided altogether about 30 household products, from brooms to oil, to perfumes.
I present these little scenarios because, Mr. Just turned Green, your question should not be whether going green will hurt poor people, it should be whether rich people could survive in a green world. Would you trade your toilet for a latrine? or your sauna for a bucket and barrel with a "dipper". Would you eat beef only on special occasions? Would you compost in your backyard? Or would the smell be offensive to you?Would you willingly give up your plastic grocery bags for a basket handwoven from the coconut straw? Are you aware that there are still natives in the Amazon who live the ultimate green life but academians are eager to bring "civilization" to them.You see "Sir", green is not a fad, a fashion, a yuppie thrill. It is an sustainable existence. My grandma taught us "cut the cane, and plant it back".
Sustainability is a big word. My grandma might not have been able to spell it, but she practiced it everyday. We recycled and reused. We looked at the earth as our supermarket, you paid with work. Our tools were cutlasses, hoes, shovels, all handmade.Most, if not all our medicines were backyrad concoctions and damn, they worked.
Going green would definitely help the miners in West Virginia.Just last week they lost 29 hardworking men. The very first step would be kicking out the blood sucking corporations who have no respect for families. Yes that's going green. Giving farming back to the farmers and rewarding them for their work. Not paying farmers not to produce so as to strangle the economy with these huge emporiums like Walmart, Associates and Key Foods.
Going green means investigating these pharmaceutical companies and their cohorts who choose to medicate the shit out of our children. Going green means making it illegal for politicians to put at risk, the very existence of our young men and women for their selfish, ungodly acts of war.
Yes sir! So if you are ready to go green, bring it on. It was a marvellous life until you stepped in. Poor folks have always lived green. From Japan to Jamaica, Ireland to Indonesia, America to Antigua, Tripoli to Trinidad. We have lived green and enjoyed it.
Can Poor Folks Go Green?
We in America are spoilt! Period. Spoilt, rotten. Even our government is spoilt. We spend our days debating and analyzing. Lobbying and pontificating, while the rest of the world runs past.Maybe the government should go green and eradicate the toxic politicians that sit day after day draining our resources. This idiot, and I will call no name, has, posted a huge article about green hurting poor people. Being raised poor, and I mean really poor. Not the poor but eating meat everyday poor, with a car in the garage type of poor. No, I mean carrying the daily supply of water poor. No refridgerator poor. Walking to school poor. Milking the cow poor. Chasing that chicken for Sunday lunch poor. So back to Mr.Socially Concious probably Ivy League grad world educator. He theorizes that going green will hurt poor people. I got some "educmackashion" for him. I'll tell you about my upbringing. I am sure you will agree it was the ultimate green and today I truly miss that luxurious poverty.
My grand mother was, though unkowing to her, a green lifer. I must admit not through choice but through economic situation. Funny thing is, I vividly remember how beautiful my childhood was. We had chickens in the yard, no lawn mower, well, we had no lawn...LOL, a bicycle that my uncles rode to work, a backyard garden, no electricity, she made her own soap and starch from cassava, we collected rain water. I still try to remember the name of the vine that we used to brush our teeth in the morning. Way better than Colgate. My grandma passed with a full mouth of teeth.
The only time my grandmother road a vehicle was when she had to grudgingly head into the city. Her cooking was done on a small kerosene stove, though she favored the three rock approach in her humble backyard. Her constant singing while doing laundry on a half barrel with a scrub board (locally made) that the villagers referred to as a "jooking" board still resonates in my head. Most of the soap were made by the older heads until later on we started to see laundry detergent. The broom was made of cocnut straws. BTW...the coconut tree provided altogether about 30 household products, from brooms to oil, to perfumes.
I present these little scenarios because, Mr. Just turned Green, your question should not be whether going green will hurt poor people, it should be whether rich people could survive in a green world. Would you trade your toilet for a latrine? or your sauna for a bucket and barrel with a "dipper". Would you eat beef only on special occasions? Would you compost in your backyard? Or would the smell be offensive to you?Would you willingly give up your plastic grocery bags for a basket handwoven from the coconut straw? Are you aware that there are still natives in the Amazon who live the ultimate green life but academians are eager to bring "civilization" to them.You see "Sir", green is not a fad, a fashion, a yuppie thrill. It is an sustainable existence. My grandma taught us "cut the cane, and plant it back".
Sustainability is a big word. My grandma might not have been able to spell it, but she practiced it everyday. We recycled and reused. We looked at the earth as our supermarket, you paid with work. Our tools were cutlasses, hoes, shovels, all handmade.Most, if not all our medicines were backyrad concoctions and damn, they worked.
Going green would definitely help the miners in West Virginia.Just last week they lost 29 hardworking men. The very first step would be kicking out the blood sucking corporations who have no respect for families. Yes that's going green. Giving farming back to the farmers and rewarding them for their work. Not paying farmers not to produce so as to strangle the economy with these huge emporiums like Walmart, Associates and Key Foods.
Going green means investigating these pharmaceutical companies and their cohorts who choose to medicate the shit out of our children. Going green means making it illegal for politicians to put at risk, the very existence of our young men and women for their selfish, ungodly acts of war.
Yes sir! So if you are ready to go green, bring it on. It was a marvellous life until you stepped in. Poor folks have always lived green. From Japan to Jamaica, Ireland to Indonesia, America to Antigua, Tripoli to Trinidad. We have lived green and enjoyed it.
My grand mother was, though unkowing to her, a green lifer. I must admit not through choice but through economic situation. Funny thing is, I vividly remember how beautiful my childhood was. We had chickens in the yard, no lawn mower, well, we had no lawn...LOL, a bicycle that my uncles rode to work, a backyard garden, no electricity, she made her own soap and starch from cassava, we collected rain water. I still try to remember the name of the vine that we used to brush our teeth in the morning. Way better than Colgate. My grandma passed with a full mouth of teeth.
The only time my grandmother road a vehicle was when she had to grudgingly head into the city. Her cooking was done on a small kerosene stove, though she favored the three rock approach in her humble backyard. Her constant singing while doing laundry on a half barrel with a scrub board (locally made) that the villagers referred to as a "jooking" board still resonates in my head. Most of the soap were made by the older heads until later on we started to see laundry detergent. The broom was made of cocnut straws. BTW...the coconut tree provided altogether about 30 household products, from brooms to oil, to perfumes.
I present these little scenarios because, Mr. Just turned Green, your question should not be whether going green will hurt poor people, it should be whether rich people could survive in a green world. Would you trade your toilet for a latrine? or your sauna for a bucket and barrel with a "dipper". Would you eat beef only on special occasions? Would you compost in your backyard? Or would the smell be offensive to you?Would you willingly give up your plastic grocery bags for a basket handwoven from the coconut straw? Are you aware that there are still natives in the Amazon who live the ultimate green life but academians are eager to bring "civilization" to them.You see "Sir", green is not a fad, a fashion, a yuppie thrill. It is an sustainable existence. My grandma taught us "cut the cane, and plant it back".
Sustainability is a big word. My grandma might not have been able to spell it, but she practiced it everyday. We recycled and reused. We looked at the earth as our supermarket, you paid with work. Our tools were cutlasses, hoes, shovels, all handmade.Most, if not all our medicines were backyrad concoctions and damn, they worked.
Going green would definitely help the miners in West Virginia.Just last week they lost 29 hardworking men. The very first step would be kicking out the blood sucking corporations who have no respect for families. Yes that's going green. Giving farming back to the farmers and rewarding them for their work. Not paying farmers not to produce so as to strangle the economy with these huge emporiums like Walmart, Associates and Key Foods.
Going green means investigating these pharmaceutical companies and their cohorts who choose to medicate the shit out of our children. Going green means making it illegal for politicians to put at risk, the very existence of our young men and women for their selfish, ungodly acts of war.
Yes sir! So if you are ready to go green, bring it on. It was a marvellous life until you stepped in. Poor folks have always lived green. From Japan to Jamaica, Ireland to Indonesia, America to Antigua, Tripoli to Trinidad. We have lived green and enjoyed it.
Monday, April 12, 2010
One day educational seminar
Futurenets Consulting will be hosting a one day educational seminar ta Cafe Omar in Brooklyn NY. The topic will be "Mastering Your Computer & The Internet. This seminar is structured for the beginner type user and will provide lecture and hands on exercises of skills needed to safely compute in todays world of technology. Taught by Mr. Keith Charles,a seasoned subject matter expert/ corporate trainer, the objective of this seminar is to cut the fat out of similar classes that are presented by large training companies at rates of $1200 - $1400 and stretched out over, in some cases, three days, making it almost too expensive for the average learner.
Being an advocate for affordable learning, Keith has promoted and petitioned for urban training. This first in a series of seminars will cover basic computer skills and security.Mr.Charles has written extensively on the immediate need for getting computer training to the masses especially the children, who will be at a huge disadvantage when entering college. Please visit our website at http://www.futurenetsconsulting.com and forward any questions to kc.ittrainer@futurenetsconsulting.com.
Being an advocate for affordable learning, Keith has promoted and petitioned for urban training. This first in a series of seminars will cover basic computer skills and security.Mr.Charles has written extensively on the immediate need for getting computer training to the masses especially the children, who will be at a huge disadvantage when entering college. Please visit our website at http://www.futurenetsconsulting.com and forward any questions to kc.ittrainer@futurenetsconsulting.com.
Friday, March 26, 2010
Just Venting!
Allow me some time to bitch. I am so disgusted with the vision of the people who have been entrusted with the fate of this nation. I am yet to understand why they are determined to delve into the affairs of the world, while leaving the needs of the population undone. We are actively involved in some form or the other in Afghanistan, Iraq, Yemen, Haiti,Africa,and Israel just to name a few. In the mean time people are being fired, quality of life is rock bottom, at least here in New York, school programs are being cut,food prices are off the hook, teachers are being underpaid, law enforcement and fire departments are being streamlined, who the hell are these idiots running America's affairs?
It amazes me that there are folks still announcing their party affiliation with pride. Honestly, Republican and Democrat are merely mind control trip words. In a few more years getting a college education would be outside the reach of most families, white, black, brown, yellow, republican or democrat. Maybe the plan is to offer scholarships to the University of Kabul or School of Science Pershawar.I am sick of the media filling our airwaves with Tiger and his harem, Jesse James and his tattoo tramps while families are being kicked out of homes.
It amazes me that there are folks still announcing their party affiliation with pride. Honestly, Republican and Democrat are merely mind control trip words. In a few more years getting a college education would be outside the reach of most families, white, black, brown, yellow, republican or democrat. Maybe the plan is to offer scholarships to the University of Kabul or School of Science Pershawar.I am sick of the media filling our airwaves with Tiger and his harem, Jesse James and his tattoo tramps while families are being kicked out of homes.
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