Data Much

I think I've been subtly thinking this for a while but it became very concrete today that there is SO much data! How are there so many people getting jobs collecting, organizing, distributing and presenting data?! Who is using this data? Educators go CRAZY using data! Teachers in general (with some exceptions) just eat up the numbers they're fed and try to act on them. They get them from administrators and presenters and curriculum developers and they pass them along to students and parents and the community in general. Sometimes good educators do this because they care. They hear about the rise in teen suicides and statistics about the increase and the contributing factors and the ways to help these numbers come back down and they care enough to act. Some stop to ask how credible the statistics are but they are often labeled as uncaring or unhelpful, even if it might be a good idea to pause for a moment and demand logic before responding with emotion. Shouldn't we have the right to ask if the statistics we're getting are credible? Validating them doesn't mean you care less. Politicians are honestly statistic whores but all the data is SO manipulated!!! People on every side of every issue find data to support their views. How can data be helpful if EVERY viewpoint can be supported with data? I read an oldie but a goodie: How to Lie With Statistics.

Statistics are just tools for manipulation. I've been virtually attending a social workers conference and it's statistic overload. Educators have presented and mental health professionals and motivational speakers and most presenters really dive into statistics. I don't know the exact stats-ha ha-but I'm guessing by the 12th statistic you get in a day, your mind just can't keep processing and adding relevance to any more data. In the 1800s, the country involved so much farming. For the last half of the 1800s, the number of farms tripled and the number of people living on farms doubled (ah! more data!). The point is that if we strip down our modern world and look at the country's earlier history, people were working to survive. Did their job produce food? Perfect! That was useful. Did their job provide a place to live? Yep, farming gave you space to build a dwelling. That was useful! Could you teach children values and hard work and family connectedness on a farm? Yep. That was useful to both the quality of life as well as preparing offspring for the future. Did people find purpose and meaning? Um, yeah. You literally worked to live.

The work life balance meant did you work enough to live? If so, you found the balance. If not, work more or suffer and/or die. If we strip back to farming times, which were not so long ago, how did statistics fit into the picture? Overall, data would have been useless. Hearing how many children are formally educated wouldn't help cows produce more milk. It wouldn't yield more crops. It wouldn't even mean you were able to send your kids to school if they were needed on the farm to contribute to the family's survival. If you wanted to go into the field of data, you were going to starve to death. Could data be useful? Of course! Maybe people started learning ways to keep pest control effective and they could tell their other farmer friends, "Hey, we did this thing and yielded twice as many crops." That's useful data! The motivation for the data was simply to improve lives. It wasn't to persuade or to increase your political standing or to change people's mindset about life overall. It was ONLY used to improve life and it was a small amount of information. How is it that less than 200 years later more people are involved somehow in data than in farming? We still need food and animals to survive but statistics have never been LESS useful in helping us live. Yet, farmers are being increasingly driven away from the industry and data professionals are being increasingly recruited. Food consumption has NOT gone down, yet people who know how to master growing and harvesting food is dwindling...isn't it obvious that this is so clearly about control?

In chapter 9 of the book FDR's Folly, we learn that farmers supporting FDR greatly contributed to his win in 1932. He promised them they’d make more money with him in charge. Farmers overproduced for a while and Roosevelt thought limiting their supply might help boost prices. The Agricultural Adjustment Act (AAA) raised tariffs, unloaded excesses on the world market (known as dumping), and regulated how much of each crop farmers were allowed to plant in order to limit supply. By this method, perhaps farmers would make more money but everybody else was in worse condition. Farming affects the national food supply. By the time all of this was sorted out, crops had already been planted so the government paid cotton farmers $100 million to plow up 10 million acres of farmland. This did force up prices. More destruction occurred. 6 million baby pigs were slaughtered. (This is the most bothersome part to me and it shows a monsterous side to Franklin Roosevelt. His policies spread destruction and hardship but killing living things for no real reason is indefensible.) 12,000 acres of tobacco were plowed. California peaches were allowed to rot in the orchard. The government kept importing the very things they were destroying so it was a very confusing chain of actions. The government told the people there was a failure to produce enough food. Reduced farm acreage had a devastating effect on the poorest farmers, who were sharecroppers. Their cash income went from $735 in 1929 down to $216 in 1933. FDR didn’t care because most of them didn’t vote so he figured however he treated them wouldn’t affect his future elections. Farm foreclosures more than doubled. The supreme court declared AAA unconstitutional in January 1936. In February 1936, FDR signed the Soil Conservation and Preservation Act, which kept government control on farmers. In June 1937, FDR signed the Agricultural Marketing Agreement Act, which savaged parts of AAA. 80% of the farmers were worse off! This is a very concrete example of how getting the government involved in a “solution” just magnifies problems for everybody. It also demonstrates how the government's control with farms affects the whole nation. They will go to any lengths to be in charge at everybody's expense.

I see the irony here. I talk about how I can't believe how many statistics float around and then I support an idea with statistics. What can I say? I have grown-up in a statistic-laden society. Even though I would like to cut down on stats, I am used to using them to back up my ideas, because I've been taught to do that. I'm trying to see past that but yet habits are hard to break. We can take out the stats though and just say the basics: FDR destroyed crops, farmlands, and pigs to control food supplies and food prices in our country. He was willing to destroy anything to maintain control of the American people. When we see that this was the pattern set almost 100 years ago, we can start to see that it's still in play today. Whoever controls the food controls lives. We all know that government contols a WHOLE lot of land and the food supply related to it. Also, Bill Gates has a pretty alarming amount of land. Shouldn't more people be concerned about this? If it's NOT about control, why feverishly buy up so much land and pass so much legislation concerning farms? I'm getting a little off topic because I get passionate about sidebar topics. When people's livelihood related to life, we had far less problems. People were too tired from a hard day on the farm to sit around worrying about what percentage of Republicans did this or how many Democrats did that. They didn't switch careers willy-nilly because they weren't feeling fulfilled. They didn't have public identity crises. They didn't consume excessively. That was probably partly because they were too tired to shop more than necessary and I would imagine the value of every dollar is really driven home when your hands literally manage (through livestock and crops) every cent you can generate. When you are so involved personally in providing for yourself, it would be harder to just blow through all that hard work on a spending spree.

Ultimately, the big point is that I just can't believe how many jobs are not directly necessary to live and thrive as people. Data is one field where this seems like a clear break-off but there are many jobs and industries like this. Sometimes it just blows my mind how we got here from there in a relatively quick amount of time. Life is weird.

Disappointment

Maybe I'm just being a negative Nancy today but I feel like if I had to pick a theme of my life, it might be disappointment. There seems to be a pattern of me hoping for things only to be disappointed.

I've had those self-reflections where I think, "Maybe my hopes aren't realistic" and "maybe the problem is me." I start working on myself and realistic expectations and starting small with hope and increasing positive energy. I try to brace myself, too, keeping a sprinkling of hope there because of how much I hear "never give up hope" but planning to emotionally handle another let-down. Yeah, I don't know.

I don't have enough oomph to go into details. I'm just writing for therapy. Sometime I would like to take a break from the pattern of disappointment.

When I Just Can't Retire This Thing

The best thing about still blogging long past the time when it's cool, is that I've pretty much lost my readers so now I feel like I can write just for therapy. If anybody does read it, then ha ha-look at both of us still lolly-gagging in the blogging world. I don't do social media so I know this is weird but sometimes it feels good to put things out into the universe, even if nobody ever stumbles upon it. My dad cut me out of his life 2 years ago and said I should live in a separate world from him. About a year ago, he said things are cool (& that we probably both have plenty to apologize for). I can just come over whenever. It was really hurtful to have a parent tell me to take a hike from their life for no logical reason and then to go a year and have him be like, "hey, you should come by."

He refused to understand that kicking your kid out of your life hits a nerve and that I didn't just jump at the chance to come back over. I rarely hear from him but he sent an e-mail this week that said, "Your lives weren't that bad and in fact they were way better than you are willing to show." Which part of my life did he think wasn't that bad? Being sexually assaulted by him before I was 8 years old? Being told that I'm lying about the sexual assault? Being punched in the face by him? Being told I was the reason that his life wasn't going how he wanted it to? Being told I was stupid? He wouldn't let me sign up for community track, which was $25 and I would have been able to go to 8 track meets and get a T-shirt yet he was training teenage girls at the time in running. He bought one of the girls $70 shoes so somebody that's not his daughter is worth casually spending nearly 3 times as much as he would spend on his own daughter. Actually, he wouldn't spend anything on me so every cent he spent on her was more than he was willing to spend on his own daughter. Those are messages that were constantly sent to me that left a deep impression. I have so much trauma associated with my birthday because of how he acted about it and it's taken me a lot of work to not just wish I wasn't alive on each birthday. How about when he tried to groom my own daughter and started hunting her down at the bus stop so I couldn't even let her take the bus to school? Is that part of my life not being so bad? I had to drive her every time both to and from school to protect her from Grandpa. He called me to complain about her behavior and got mad when I took her side. How far from reality have you gotten when you can't understand why somebody who's been molested by you won't help you molest their child? Was it not so bad that he did whatever he wanted and left my mom to take care of a house and 5 kids by herself so much of the time? He could hunt or run or golf as much as he wanted but my mom better be home fixing meals and making sure he didn't have to care for us. He told her he'd give her a certain amount for groceries each month (which wasn't that much) but if he overspent, he didn't give her money at all and yet she had to feed and clothe 5 kids. She ran a craft business that kept her up all night and made her do a lot of work setting up and taking down craft shows all the time just so she'd have enough to give us food consistently and buy us some clothes. Was that not so bad?

And it's not just that money was tight. He had all the money in the world to get new cars every few months, take neighbors to dinner (his treat) all the time, and showboat in ways that would bring him praise but just not enough to worry about feeding his kids. I asked him to come to many things going on for school and he always said no. In high school, he came to the award ceremony for one debate meet when I got an award (he was there for maybe 20 minutes tops) and reminds me of "how supportive he's always been, even showing up for my debate meets and all kinds of things." Was it not that bad when he almost left our family for my brother's fiancee? Or that if a friend ever called for me when he was home, he told them that I have a family and don't need them and they should never call again? I still hear about him bad-mouthing me to other family members every chance he gets and cutting me out of his will (which doesn't bother me) and saying how bad I've turned out and how little I understand about life. I would write all of this to him if I thought for one second he would read it and consider what I'm saying but I know from past experience that he won't. And in spite of all of these examples of how he's acted (and this just scratches the surface), he said my behavior is pathetic. Hmmm...I guess I'll stick with what the Fresh Prince of Bel Air claimed, "Parents just don't understand."

Familiar Face/Messy Liberty

I joined a focus group that was just by Zoom call this week and it was fantastic. We were asked questions about legal cases so I found it interesting and I got paid and I could do it from home. That was a pretty sweet arrangement!

One of the women in the call was asked by the initial facilitator if they might know each other because "she looked so familiar" to her. She laughed and said that about 35% of the people she meets think they know her from somewhere and that she looks familiar. A lawyer got on later to start asking us questions about a particular case and he told her he thinks he might know her from someplace and we all laughed because we had heard how often she gets that. She did look familiar to me, too. What are the features and characteristics that make a person look and/or feel familiar? I would love to dive deeper into this subject as some point.

The other thing recently going on is that I've spent hundreds of hours this year on various research that has left me with an overwhelming desire to seek out freedom, liberty, and protection for our Constitution. I do belong to a few fringe groups that send e-mails from time to time, although I joined these different groups for alternative reasons. One group keeps inviting me to meet-ups in another city at a library and they have hosted several speakers that are people I know of and try to follow in some way or other. I can't make it to these meetings because of a continual conflict in my schedule. This week they were stepping outside the box and having a breakfast and freedom seminar on Saturday in a park. Tickets were reasonable so I talked to my husband about it and he said we should go but also bring our boys. We let them know the plan and I purchased tickets and looked forward to the event.

Saturday rolled around and we woke our boys up and drove to another county for the event. I have attended fringe interest conferences before, particularly in education and some health topics conferences & documentary screenings as well. There's usually a place to check in and then somebody tells you where to go or what to expect next. This was nothing like that. A bunch of eccentric-looking people were standing around in a park pavilion, some already deep in what seemed like very strange conversations. There was no welcome and no check-in spot. It didn't seem like a welcoming crowd, mostly because it was people that already knew each other & didn't seem interested in really expanding.

It started out strange. We ended up a few minutes late and then struggled to find parking (which are details I hate to admit to-I'm very rarely late) but still nothing had started. Everybody just kept saying, "Jake is coming" and checking their phones and saying, "Jake's on his way." Jake was not who my e-mails come from so for a newcomer, this seemed SO weird-I had no idea who this Jake guy was. Nobody really wanted to start without Jake but eventually they decided it would be okay to at least have a prayer, which I don't really mind. The guy who said the prayer made it clear rather quickly that he felt knowledgeable about "the cause" and would have liked to have been a speaker but hadn't been chosen so he used his prayer to give a talk. The prayer was long, full of too many details, more of a showboat piece than an attempt to connect to diety, and very boring. I had told my kids that my little brother used to give REALLY long prayers, hoping it would get him out of getting asked to say the prayer next time. They asked if this prayer was like that and I said NO WAY-my brothers prayers were long but at least they were funny. This guy was definitely not funny. Finally Jake showed up about 45 minutes late (for a 2-hour event) and said he needed lots of help carrying things in from his car. The prayer-sayer used this opportunity to make a really sexist comment. Jake, once his cargo was hauled over, had all the things for breakfast, which his mom finished cooking, and some audio equipment and what-not. He acted really stressed, kept saying how much work all of this is, and telling us that he was well-prepared but he only has 2 hands...Since I believe he knew he only had 2 hands all along and things were not ready on time, I wouldn't announce being well-prepared. This was evidently the guy in charge. Oh boy!

They got to the first speaker and this is about an hour into the event. We were all running late now and she was supposed to be somewhere else at this point so I thought maybe she'd shorten her 4-page talk but that's silly. She didn't. Her intro was interesting and I liked her demeanor overall. She runs a school. Things took a turn though and it became a big lecture with information overload. She lost the approach of trying to engage the audience and just bombarded information out to us, never summarizing or making the ideas come to life. She did say some good things but those good things could have been expressed in a summary. Next we had a speaker who had not even been listed in the information about the event. He was a confident guy that had a good stage presence. He promoted his new job soon into his speech, which I found more than a little tacky but then he got talking and seemed well-informed. After he'd really gotten going, Jake let him know it was time to wrap things up. I felt happy that somebody was taking control of the timing. I'm time-obsessed and had worried this guy might just talk forever. He had the passion about the subject to do it. Even after he was told to wrap up, he said he'd shorten things a bit but he still wanted to hit all of his points. I was annoyed by that.

I wanted to say, "Hey guys, technically this event is supposed to end in 20 minutes & the people I came to listen to haven't STARTED speaking yet. Can we be a little more aware of the time?" The guy wrapped up and Jake got up. He said he'd been taking notes and had some comments he wanted to make. He was NOT listed on the speakers list and we were now almost 2 hours behind. There were 5 more speakers listed, 2 of which I really wanted to hear. Jake just did a little impromptu presentation on the Constitution, asking rhetorical questions and then awkwardly answering them and going into great detail that was unnecessary. He got carried away with time and I wished that somebody would tell him to wrap things up but I knew from how everybody immortalized this guy before we even got there that nobody would dare cut him off from his unscheduled speech. He spoke for more than 20 minutes. It was past the noon cut-off we had planned for. A lady was the next up to speak that I actually wanted to hear but we had other things going on in our day and had to leave. She's the one I get the e-mails from and she's doing really interesting political things I'd love to hear more about but inefficiency made us miss everything she had to say, along with other speakers I wanted to hear. This was my first attempt to reach out to a group seeking more freedom and liberty and what did I learn? Uh, this group might have good intentions but I don't think I found my people this time around. I believe in some less-popular ideas, such as resisting a public education, which has led me to some eccentric people. I've had to do some self-reflection and recognize I might be one of those eccentric people as well. I can handle a good dose of eccentric but I can't handle being unorganized, not taking responsibility, not being very open to newcomers, even though they were invited, and not being mindful of the time. I can't handle a group strongly claiming to think for themselves and then nearly worshipping their leader. Respecting a leader is fine but hinging so much on a person seems strange and cult-like to me. I will have to seek for liberty elsewhere.

I do need to give my family credit-they were real troopers to endure this & the ride home was hilarious! They fit saying how hard things were into conversations & other little signature phrases they'd picked up throughout the morning. It made a disappointing situation much better. 😀

Beverage Evolution

Growing up, my worst-habit beverage of choice was Diet Coke. It's what my mom drank when I was little so when I was allowed to drink soda, that's what I went for. I never thought about it. I was never steered in any other direction. We sometimes just embrace what's familiar. I felt very grown up drinking Diet Coke. It's what all the moms were drinking.

When I was 17 years old, I started to consider what I was personally interested in and started breaking free from the influences around me. For instance, I had always assumed I was a Republican because that's what most of the people around me were. The summer of my junior year, I attended Girls State (a week away at a college with girls from all over the state that run a mock government starting from cities to counties to state representatives).

As we really dived into the particulars of politics, I knew for certain I'm not a Republican. My favorite candidate for governor was a Democrat but I didn't really feel like that fit me 100% either.

I began my journey as a political independent. During this time, I branched out on drinks and started trying some new things. The drink I tried and loved the most was Pepsi.

It checked all my boxes. It was cola. It was incredibly sweet. I started to taste a huge difference between fake sugar and the fully loaded high fructose corn syrup and strongly preferred the latter. Plus they sold it over crushed ice at our school store so I could combine a delicious drink with the dreadful duty of attending school and it made the school day seem a little less daunting. They also had it at Hogi Yogi and Sconecutter, the places my best friend and I frequented on a regular basis. From the time I was 17 years old until the time I was 40 or 41, my hard beverage of choice was Pepsi. When you pick the same drink for over 20 years, people tend to accept it as part of your identity. However, a few years back, it stopped being my beverage of choice. It was tasting too sweet for me, got flat too easily, was harder to get at restaurants than its competitor and just didn't float my boat any longer. That relationship needed to end. I strongly and unhesitatingly crossed over into the Coca-Cola space. If I have the choice, I actually prefer cherry vanilla Coke but regular Coke and vanilla Coke are great as well.

The people that have known me for ages are having a tough time realizing I've changed and I can't blame them. My sis-in-law finally told me that I'm right-Pepsi is the best drink. I had to laugh and apologize because now that she's come around to Pepsi, I've jumped to the Coke ship. My brother buys me a few Pepsis throughout the year and mentions it being my favorite from time to time. I've told him a couple times that I switched but it hasn't registered with him and I'm still impressed with his thoughtfulness and kind gestures. This has just made me think about how linked our long-term thoughts and habits are with our identity. I guess now would be the time to admit that my political stance has changed as well. I'm a Constitutionalist.

I haven't been in the past. I didn't know or study the Constitution or its evolution of execution in our country. The more I've studied it, the more I can't imagine being anything else. The one thing about politics though is when I didn't go to either side, Republican or Democrat, people didn't tend to link me to my political affiliation. Just like if my favorite drink had been apple beer, people probably wouldn't really link me to that or try to buy it for me. Sometimes we like what we like and then one day we are in a new place.

More Jacob 5

It's been a while since I read Jacob chapter 5 in the Book of Mormon and was hit so strongly with a whole new meaning to some of those verses. I read it today for my first time since the end of 2020 and I can't believe how strongly all the emotions came back.

Once I pulled through those verses, I saw new meanings, too. Overall, the chapter is a story about the scattering and gathering of Israel and even though I don't remember each phase or understand the whole allegory perfectly, it did seem kind of beautiful to me in its entirety.

I also saw some parenting guidance there today as well. I love my kids and are so proud of them but in certain ways, I find myself really feeling like I have failed them. I should have done this differently or I should have found a way to do that better. Starting with verse 40, it says: 40. And the wild fruit of the last had overcome that part of the tree which brought forth good fruit, even that the branch had withered away and died. 41. And it came to pass that the Lord of the vineyard wept, and said unto the servant: What could I have done more for my vineyard? 42 Behold, I knew that all the fruit of the vineyard, save it were these, had become corrupted. And now these which have once brought forth good fruit have also become corrupted; and now all the trees of my vineyard are good for nothing save it be to be hewn down and cast into the fire...This is me just wondering if my shortcomings have corrupted certain successes for my children. The scriptures start talking about hope and at the end of 49 just asks again: "What could I have done more for my vineyard?" This is like asking "Where did I go wrong?", "Why didn't I do this differently?", etc.

and the verses say: 50. But, behold, the servant said unto the Lord of the vineyard: Spare it a little longer. 51. And the Lord said: Yea, I will spare it a little longer, for it grieveth me that I should lose the trees of my vineyard...and the Lord of the vineyard gets to work and labors diligently, which I think is like a parent who maybe worries but still keeps trying more ways to help their kids. To read on, we see: 73. And there began to be the natural fruit again in the vineyard; and the natural branches began to grow and thrive exceedingly...74 ...and the Lord of the vineyard had preserved unto himself the natural fruit, which was most precious unto him from the beginning...so if we just keep on working hard and trying our best, it will all be okay in the end.

I probably over-worry, especially when it comes to my kids. I just don't know any other way. Sometimes I just worry myself into not the best place. I need to remember these verses to remember all is not said and done. I'm going to make mistakes but those are just parts of caring for living things. Nurturing people and plants is not a perfect science but the results are incredibly fulfilling. It will probably be a year or more before I read this chapter again but so much is there. I love seeing something new each time!

Motivation

This week we watched the movie King Williams with Will Smith in it. I got very emotional but probably not at the part that was intended for that. Will Smith's character, Richard Williams, gets literally and figuaratively beat down again and again and again.

There's a point where this motivates him just to push harder and be stronger. I felt so angry. Why do people have to be motivated this way, by long-term and overbearing adversity?

When is it enough and people get a little help pulling the monkeys off their backs? Why are some people in a situation where everyone and everything seems to be pulling them down but somehow they hang on through it all? There are others that seem to be in a similar situation but they have all the support in the world and sometimes that gets them through and sometimes even with all that support, they still give up while the person over there has no support but keeps on going-I don't understand any of this!

Is it all worth it? If it is, at what point do you know it's worth it? I'm not ready to throw in the towel or anything like that. I'm just tired of seeing how much adversity some must face without ever catching a break. Sometimes I'm tired of not knowing how to catch my own break. For the record, that show was incredible. I loved it!