December 31, 2005

Happy New Year!

It's hard to believe that 2005 is over. Where did all the time go?

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December 26, 2005

It's Hard to Believe it's Been a Year.

A year ago, today, the deadly Tsunami's hit in Southeast Asia. What with the coverage of Hurricanes Katrina and Rita, and the devastation in New Orleans, I had forgotten about them. A year later, though, and hundreds of thousands of people have still not recovered:

From the Los Angeles Times

Endless Trial for Tsunami Victims

A year later, more than 400,000 are still displaced, many with no livelihood.

By Mark Magnier, Times Staff Writer

KATUGODA, Sri Lanka Sitting in the tattered tent that has been his home for the last eight months, Pela Ketiyage Sanjaya Premanath waves the flies away as he grips the cheaply framed photograph of his wife and reflects on what might have been.

Chandrika would be alive today, the 27-year-old widower says, if she had just ignored a mother's natural instinct and run away from the gargantuan wave. Instead, she headed toward the sea to save her child, not knowing Pela Ketiyage had already taken the infant to higher ground.

It's been a year since the deadliest tsunami in living memory killed an estimated 220,000 people, and here in southern Sri Lanka, life has moved on. From Pela Ketiyage's vantage point, however, it hasn't moved all that far.

Pela Ketiyage's life underscores the plight of survivors faced with the frustratingly slow pace of reconstruction, the pain that lingers from Africa's east coast to the Indonesian island of Sumatra, and the enormous human toll of those few fateful minutes on the morning of Dec. 26, 2004.

After the water demolished Pela Ketiyage's house, killing six family members, the eight survivors headed for the nearby Sugatharama Buddhist temple, where they spent several weeks with hundreds of other refugees. Eventually, however, the head monk started losing patience with people smoking and drinking on hallowed grounds. So the family moved in with friends, until they wore out that welcome too.

Today they live in a 10-foot-square tent here in Katugoda, southeast of Galle, pitched between the coastal road and the remains of a grocery store, now their kitchen. Recently they've come under pressure from the owner to leave that site as well.

Throughout the tsunami zone, the lack of permanent housing remains a major problem, as does graft, confusion and incompetence surrounding the spending of billions of dollars on reconstruction. Months ago, a government official promised Pela Ketiyage and his family a place to live and asked them to fill out some forms. But because they're not living in an official camp, they've fallen through most of the cracks instead of receiving aid.

When it rains, their beds get wet. When the wind blows in from the sea, their tent collapses, forcing them to reassemble the stakes, wedge the Styrofoam blocks back in place and reposition the blue plastic tarps.

Most of the few belongings were scrounged in the tsunami's immediate aftermath, they say, pointing to the stained plastic chairs repaired with bits of copper wire. They found a metal shelf to hold dishes. And their closet is a pile of cardboard boxes just inside the tent flaps. They found some of their own mud-stained shirts a few blocks inland, a source of comfort.

It's late morning, but two of Pela Ketiyage's younger brothers are still sleeping on the makeshift mattresses that cover the tent's floor. There aren't enough mosquito nets, so family members make up for the fitful nights by napping during the day.

They don't have much money, but graciously offer visitors tea. When they recovered Chandrika's body, her jewelry was gone, taken by thieves. The wave swallowed Pela Ketiyage's tools and with it his livelihood as a diesel mechanic. His father had been a skipper on a fishing boat. With so many boats destroyed, he only lands the occasional crew job now. If the fish are biting, he makes $10 for several days' work, the family's only income.

Their only light at night is from a single kerosene lamp, its protective glass gone, so it goes out when it's windy. Living beside the road means someone has to watch Pela Ketiyage's 21-month-old son, who likes to run into the road. The older children play cricket on the beach around the rubble, using a makeshift bat and ball. With so little light, the family typically sits by the road after dark and watches the aid-filled trucks go elsewhere.

Sometimes Pela Ketiyage and his family think about how this happened. Some neighbors attribute the tsunami to God's wrath. But his mother, Sebba Kuttige Priyangani, 44, questions that logic. If that were so, she says, why did so many innocent children lose their lives? The family also wonders at the randomness of it all, why Pela Ketiyage's wife died, still young and strong, whereas his mother survived after being swept out to sea and back. She points to the top of a telephone pole, her inanimate hero.

Recovery efforts go through stages, and the tsunami aftermath is no exception. With most emergency food and basic health needs met, housing has become the main priority. Sri Lankan government officials initially promised to have 60% of permanent houses built within a year and 100% by 2007.

That estimate has proved wildly optimistic. Less than 10% of the permanent houses are ready, as Pela Ketiyage's growing frustration attests. More than 100,000 people in Sri Lanka and 300,000 in Aceh, Indonesia, are still displaced from their homes.

All told, 12 nations were hit by the tsunami that followed a wrenching magnitude 9 earthquake off the coast of Aceh. About 223,000 people were killed, according to the United Nations, although the exact number may never be known given that many bodies washed out to sea and population figures in the affected areas were not always reliable. In Indonesia and Sri Lanka, the worst hit, entire communities were washed away. Thailand's tourist industry was hit hard, and parts of the Maldives were temporarily submerged.

The U.N. estimates that 2 million people were left homeless after the series of waves destroyed nearly 400,000 houses. Global aid pledges reached $13.6 billion. But the actual amount delivered has been lower, as often happens, and the British aid agency Oxfam estimates that only 20% of those displaced are in permanent housing.

A mammoth disaster has also meant mammoth confusion. The waves of money and legions of aid workers, dubbed by some as the second tsunami, have often been too much for the region to absorb. Some quietly say there's too much money to spend effectively, given the limitations on the ground.

Sri Lanka's highly centralized bureaucracy has at times nearly ground to a halt, creating bottlenecks. Scores of registered charity groups and untold thousands of unregistered aid workers often toil at cross-purposes.

"We're trying to avoid having two groups show up and build toilets in the same place, while elsewhere there are none at all," said Cynthia Marie Caron, a consultant with the U.N. Office for the Coordination of Humanitarian Affairs, surrounded by thick binders and multicolored maps. "The numbers often don't add up because it's largely based on self-reporting."

Medicines arrived expired or without labels, only to be thrown away. Donations of winter clothes were no help in this tropical country. Buddhist humanitarians balked at building houses for Muslims and vice versa. Locals often weren't consulted, resulting in new houses built in flood zones, without drinking water, far from transport. A badly enforced government proposal to keep the coast free of buildings delayed construction, even as some suspected that the "safety proposal" was a really a land grab.

"They never asked our opinion," said K.R. Rathnasiri, 33, who has lived with several family members in a tiny temporary house for the last nine months. "No one ever checked out what we want."

In another mismatch, some well-intentioned donors have modeled everything on their own country, without necessarily taking into account local social structures. The Salzburg Village near Galle, built by Austrian donors, resembles a town in the Alps. Fishermen welcome the largess but say they're miles from the sea, unable to guard their boats at night or get to work in the morning.

Some have benefited more than others. In Salzburg Village, where homes bear plaques such as "Stiegl Brewery of Salzburg" and "Austrian Labor Union," residents say seven members of one family, including a husband and wife, each got their own house, whereas thousands elsewhere are still without.

The northern and eastern shores of Sri Lanka, some of the hardest hit, have received far less aid than the south, stronghold of the majority Sinhalese. In Hambantota, the home district of the president, plans call for building 2,253 houses, although only 1,158 lost their homes, says Danny Lee, representative with the Tzu Chi Foundation of Taiwan, which recently scaled back its construction plans.

There have been the inevitable corruption charges, particularly surrounding Sri Lanka's presidential election in November. "There's been huge bungling and misallocation of funds," added Fredrica Jansz, a reporter with the Sunday Leader newspaper, which published an expose on the questionable use of tsunami funds in bank accounts linked to President Mahinda Rajapakse.

"People not even affected by the tsunami are receiving aid just because they know someone," said Anushika Amarasinghe, a Transparency International program director based in Colombo, the Sri Lankan capital.

In the isolated village of Sindujayapura on the southeastern coast, fishermen who lost their boats line up to clean a reservoir twice a week for $6 under an Oxfam work-for-cash program. They welcome the subsistence help, their only income, but say the real problem is local government agents who play favorites.

"They only give boats and nets to family members, friends or those who pay bribes," said Wijesuriya Patabendige, 42. "There's a complaint office, but it's staffed by the same people asking for bribes. We want our livelihoods back."

Others worry about another unintended consequence from the well-intentioned wash of aid. "I think we're creating a begging culture," said Palitha Abeykoon, a consultant with the World Health Organization. "Everything is free, people come for breakfast, lunch, take a nap, all at the camps, then get a $5 handout. It's no good, like giving a hungry man a bottle of whisky."

Although tsunami-wrecked buildings, destroyed boat hulls and upended buses still dot the landscape, there has been huge progress as well. The construction industry is working overtime building houses and shops. Companies are hiring again, and people are slowly remaking their lives, with or without sufficient support. "Since the tsunami, we've been praying for a boat and a house," Sebba Kuttige, Pela Ketiyage's mother, said. "So far it's not coming, but we'll wait. We must have faith."

Dinda Jouhana in The Times' Jakarta Bureau contributed to this report.

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December 25, 2005

December 25th, 2005

Merry Christmas!

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December 24, 2005

Christmas and Chanel No. 5, Part 2

I mentioned in the previous post how much I liked the Chanel No. 5 commercial that's being shown this Christmas. I liked it so much, that I sent a letter, via e-mail to Chanel. I got a response from them. Not a personally written type e-mail. More of a mass response type thing. Anyway, they said that it was directed by Baz Luhrmann. He was the director for the movie Moulin Rouge!, which also starred Nicole Kidman. The letter also went on to say that there was a 2 minute version of the commercial. It had run in a select few movie theaters and on some cable stations. Regular broadcast TV only got to see the 30 and 60 second versions. However, a few minutes of searching, and I was able to get the full 2 minute version. So, here it is: (You need Windows Media Player to view)

Chanel No.5 commercial with Nicole Kidman

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December 22, 2005

Christmas and Chanel No. 5

Around Christmas time, commercials start to run like crazy pushing the more expensive perfumes. 90% of them don't make any sense to me, and I immediately forget which brand was being plugged. One has stood out for me this year, though. It's one for Chanel No. 5 with Nicole Kidman. When I first saw it, I thought it was a trailer for a really romantic movie. She plays a famous woman who "disappears" from the scene for awhile. She has taken up with a young, handsome (in a scruffy way) man. At the end of the commercial, she goes back to society. It shows her walking up a carpet towards an entrance, while papparazzi cameras go off like crazy. She turns and looks over her shoulder up at a brightly lit Chanel No. 5 sign. Her lover is up there gazing down at her. I really love this commercial. I think Nicole looks fantastic. It makes me want to go out and buy a ton of Chanel products, which is it's point, obviously.

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December 20, 2005

I'm Awake Now!

I've been trying to wake up a little earlier each day. The earlier I get to work, the earlier I can get out of there. I don't really have set hours. I just need to finish my tasks every day. I am trying to get to bed earlier, so I can get enough sleep. Last night though, I had a little trouble getting to sleep. So, I was pretty tired this morning. Tired enough to sleep in an hour. When I woke up, I still didn't feel refreshed. I sat down at the computer with my cup of hot green tea and was debating, whether or not, I should also have a cup of coffee. Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I see movement across some papers stacked on my computer desk. I turn to look and see a spider, about the size of a compact car making his was towards me. Now, I have posted previously, that I am terrified of spiders. But, I am extremely terrified of spiders that are so large, that I can see the joints on their legs and the little hairs. "Holy Shit!" I scream as I push away from the desk. Now, I really don't like killing things. And, for a second, I debated trying to scoop him up and place him outside. But, trying to scoop up this Godzilla would have put my hands in too close a proximity to this guy. And, what would happen if I didn't get him. So, I grabbed the Raid. I managed to nail him dead on with the spray. He dropped off the desk somewhere. I'm hoping it killed him. If not, he's probably pretty pissed and plotting a revenge. Most likely tonight, when I am asleep. I keep making furtive glances around the floor, half expecting him to pop up and start crawling up my leg or something. So far, no spider. I think I got him.

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December 10, 2005

When All is Said and Done

The only pain I felt from my root canal was from a large canker sore that developed on my tonuge (I think from the dental tools rubbing against it), and my jaw. The jaw hurt because I had to keep my mouth open for so long, during the procedure. Other than that, there was no pain whatsoever from the tooth that had the root canal done on it. I love my dentist!

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December 08, 2005

I Went in to Get a Crown Done....

....And ended up leaving with a root canal. I had a dentist appointment last Tuesday. While there, I mentioned that my left rear molar, on the bottom jaw, had been bugging me. Cold, or hot liquids made it hurt. When I gargled with Listerine that morning, it was extremely painful. It was something that had just cropped up, but seemed to be progressively worse. The dentist poked and prodded around, and told me that they would try to get by with a crown. It had a 50-50 chance of working. Otherwise, they would have to go with a root canal. The tooth has an old filling in it and had a crack somewhere around the filling. They squeezed me into an appointment today, so I wouldn't have to walk around in pain for too long. I get there today, and his assistant wanted to make a cast of my tooth. She fills this rubber mold with some cold, pink goo and slaps it on my tooth. Now, you've got to realize that I have delivered three children, survived an auto accident and sprained my wrist. But, I have never, even felt pain like I did today when she slapped that cold, wet goo on my tooth. I bolted up out of the dentist chair and screamed. She was most apologetic. She didn't realize just how bad it was. She looked at me and said, "Honey, you're in here for a crown? I didn't know that you were in that much pain. I would have numbed it first. No one told me you were in this much pain. (Hell! I didn't even know that I was in that much pain.) This isn't a crown, you need a root canal. I am going to change the work order." So, several shots of Novacaine later, the dentist got to work. Now, I sit here, left side of face still numb, drool running down my chin. I'm worried about when the Novacaine wears off. He told me to take some Advil, before I go to bed. He also gave me a prescription for Vicodin, but he doesn't want me to fill it, unless I absolutely have to.

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December 02, 2005


So there I was, using the bathroom at work. I go to wash my hands and look in the mirror. And what should I see poking out the top of my head. No! It can't be!!! Yes... A gray hair. Actually, it was more white. I yank it out and look at it closely. It's white and thicker than the other hair surrounding it. And then, that's when I notice a couple more white hairs. I leave them be. I take the one I yanked out, and put it in my wallet. I get home, pull it out and hand it to Mike. "What color is this?" He looks at it and replies, "Whose hair is this?" "What color is it?" "Whose hair is this?" His tone has the element of fear. It it's my hair, and he says it's white, he's dead. But, I wanted honesty. "It's very, very blond!" Bullshit. It's white. At least there is only two or three of them. And, I start to think back to when I was in my 20's and told myself that I would age gracefully. If my hair goes gray, so be it. I will be gray. What was I thinking!!! Bullshit! If I get more white/gray hairs, I am going to start dying it.

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