We’re in a state of grace…’
"All my life I wasn’t trying to get on a highway
I was wondering which way to go”
Malong Ni Mama: Healthy Sustainable Relief Goods For Typhoon Survivors Of Guiuan, Eastern Samar. Focusing on local multipurpose healthful items with less wasteful packaging.
Typhoon Haiyan (Yolanda) has devastated parts of the Philippines, leaving thousands dead and millions lacking food, water, shelter, power, communication, and livelihood.
Read more about the devastation: http://www.anneofcarversville.com/new/2013/11/12/what-do-you-do-when-the-strongest-storm-of-the-year-typhoon.html
As you know we go through this kind of disaster pretty much every year, and tons of plastic and instant food is sent in relief goods. We understand there’s really a dire need for these instant-use goods, and there’s definitely a place for using these items in first-response situations, but we also really need to figure out sustainable long-term solutions to mitigate waste and help us be better prepared for the next disaster.
Sustainability means improving health, reducing waste, helping the environment, and restoring livelihood opportunities in order to help people in the long-term. Specifically that means reducing single-use plastic materials, using nutrient-dense low-cost practical local foods, using clever multipurpose items, and empowering people with clean technology and the means for them to begin rebuilding.
We, Filipino creatives Hannah Liongoren and Feanne Hontiveros Mauricio, are focusing on using local multipurpose health-promoting products with less wasteful packaging, for the remote islands in Guiuan, Eastern Samar, which was where the typhoon made landfall:
Malong Ni Mama: Healthy & Sustainable Relief Efforts For Guiuan
The “malong” is a traditional Pinoy multipurpose one-size-fits-all fabric rectangle that can be adapted for use as comfortable clothing, eco-friendly bag, blanket, baby crib, and so on. Guided by Hannah’s mom, Norma Liongoren, who’s done social work in Samar and is familiar with local culture and resources, we are putting together malong-wrapped packs filled with healthy and sustainable goodies for typhoon victims in Guiuan. Our target is to prepare at least a hundred packs by Wednesday, November 20, 2013.
We are accepting donations in cash and in kind.
Send funds to Hannah Liongoren’s Paypal email address email@example.com or contact us for bank deposit details. Please let us know if you are sending funds so we can track your donations properly, thank you.
Drop off items at Liongoren Gallery, 111 New York Ave. corner Standford, Brgy. Ermin Garcia, Cubao, Quezon City.
These are the items we plan to include in our packs:
Note: As much as possible, we are choosing products that are packaged in reusable containers, not tear-open plastic bags.
- Dried Fish
- Legumes (beans such as monggo)
- Dried Fruit
- Peanut Butter
- Banana Chips
Note: We are purchasing peanut butter (made with peanuts, butter, and coconut sugar) and banana chips from the livelihood projects of Foundation of Our Lady of Peace Mission run by Sr. Eva Maamo. - http://philippinemedicalmission.com/our-partners/foundation-of-our-lady-of-peace-mission/ - This means we hit two birds with one stone— helping typhoon victims and supporting local communities at the same time!
- Any clean clothes, sorted (adult and child) *
- Rain boots *
- Slippers *
- Rubber shoes *
- Lagundi Syrup
- Vitamin C
- Virgin Coconut Oil
- Malunggay Capsules
TOOLS & TECHNOLOGY
- Heavy Duty Gloves
- Solar Powered Cellphone Chargers *
- Water Purification Materials *
* Items marked with asterisks are those that we need more help in acquiring.
A haiku from the article: Hilton, a Midtown Hotel Built for the Future, Turns 50
I wonder what his priorities are.
The Last Book I Loved: Joan Didion’s ‘Slouching Towards Bethlehem’
The Last Book I Loved is an ongoing series from The Rumpus to highlight emerging Tumblr writers (and the books they love). This is the final installment of Tumblr Storyboard’s version, but you can still submit to The Rumpus for publication! Thanks for reading.
I came across a Facebook post recently in which someone offered W.B. Yeats’ poem “Slouching Towards Bethlehem” as encouragement for a peer going through a quarter-life crisis. Things fall apart; the center cannot hold,” Yeats writes. It’s a feeling everyone has at some point, but for a twentysomething in the midst of an identity crisis, it sounded especially appropriate.
Joan Didion must have felt the same way when she chose the poem as an epigraph for her essay collection of the same name.
Wes Anderson Posters by Sam Smith
“I’m going to find it and I’m going to destroy it. I don’t know how yet. Possibly with dynamite.”
Criterion graphic designer / Ben Folds drummer / man about town Sam Smith has been commissioned by Spoke Art and San Francisco’s Castro Theatre to create posters for the films of Wes Anderson because… uh… why not? i’m sure there’s a reason (a retro, Moonrise Kingdom, a retro inspired by Moonrise Kingdom, whatev), but that’s not important right now. what *is* important is that i just stare at these for a few minutes and let all of my worldly cares drift away… yeah… that’s the ticket.
here’s hoping that Smith will complete the set (and by “complete the set” i mean “do Fantastic Mr. Fox”).
be sure to visit Sam Smith’s site and check out all of his great work.
|Adrian:||There are many different ways you can do your research, that can be through questionnaires or through focus groups-|
|Me:||I'm sorry, I'm going to have to be excused.|
|Me:||They're eating my focus group|
|EVERYTHING IN MEDIA IS REMINDING ME OF BEING HUMAN OH GOD.|
There’s the rub, of course. Tolstoy doesn’t want anything from me, nor does Byron. They need me in the brute sense that, in a world with no Rick Gekoskis in it – with no readers – there are no Tolstoys or Byrons either. When this dratted planet finally implodes as a culmination of misjudgment and universal misadventure, our literature will catapult into the black hole with the rest of the infernal mash-mash: the cricket bats and mangoes, the snake oil and the iPads. Everything. Nothing.
Writers and readers coexist and invent and reinvent each other in some symbiotic way, but that doesn’t make me mistake James Joyce for a friend. He died before I was born. I would never have met him even if he hadn’t. If I had, I wouldn’t have liked him and he wouldn’t have been interested in me. Not a friend.
But having said this I want to take it back. A friend indeed. Some odd sort of friend. We seek help and wisdom from the great sources: from the Koran and Talmud or the Bible, from the sages and commentators, the poets and philosophers. At those stress points that threaten the fabric of who we are, particularly in the face of pain, and loss, and death, we acknowledge that we are neither strong nor wise enough to deal, alone, with the confusion, the dislocation, the heartache that loss involves. We need the best company we can find. And for a lot of us that company is in books, in the internal landscape that they provide for us. Indeed, one can hardly distinguish a sense of “self” which isn’t composed, in part, of the voices that we have introjected: from parents, teachers, lovers, books. And in times of trouble we consult them all, unwind the threads to reanimate the individual voices, seek consolation. After all, most of our serious literature is about human misery. If you want a happy message buy a greetings card. Happiness is something you feel, for a time; unhappiness is what you write and read about."