Still feeling it . . .

I woke up already, maybe for the day, to change ice-packs on a cut of unknown size, covered in a dressing that surely exceeds the size of the breach in the starboard bow of the HMS Temple, HS being holy spirit, M being mine.

So, I started reading The Economist, browsing articles and settling on one regarding female unemployment trends, particularly in India. Worldwide the trend is close to a flat 50/50, but when India is factored in, it skews the entire graph. In India, female employment has declined from 35% in 2005 to 26% today, and this despite a growth in the economy of around 7% for two decades. But there are many reasons and many economies and just search back in WaughPaper a few posts to find some thoughts about all of that. Seeing the chart (The Economist, July 7th-13th 2018), sent me to the source, a great site with a wealth of information: The International Labor Organization, ILO.

Fascinating data, even with an icepack at 3:30 a.m., I am reading about labor statistics, and not going to my own job for at least a week. I will still get paid, however, and there is so much of so little of that kind of benefit worldwide, that it compels me to bow in gratitude, but also to do something, travel or something like that to make a difference It is the kind of thinking that I have had off and on for twenty years (almost cashed in once and went to work for OXFAM, for example), but I think I am where I need to be right now. Specifically, sitting in a guest bed recovering from an easy surgery, but you know what I mean . . .

So, now let’s turn to The New Yorker (July 2, 2018), and see what we can get into. I’ll be right back.

Oooh, the first article that catches my eye(s) is Seeing Pain, pp 18-24. And this quote stands out, taken from the 2014 edition of a textbook “Nursing: A Concept-based Approach to Learning”, which warns practitioners that Native Americans “may pick a sacred number when asked to rate pain . . .” and then there is a statement that the publisher will remove the offending passage(s) from future editions. Hmmm. Hypersensitive critique if you ask me.

Turning pages.

  • Oh, fun times in the often-humorous Shouts and Murmurs section, “Little St. Don”, it takes some episodes in the life of Jesus and gives a modern take on them, with a little politicizing, and that last paragraph, ouch.
  • Nice, page 41:


  • Timely, “The First World” pp 52-58.
  • Ugh, getting sleepy again, I will leave this for the finale of this indulgent post that maybe you enjoyed anyway.IMG_3563.jpg

This is from the CCC, the cartoon caption contest in The New Yorker where readers submit captions to cartoons and the winner is announced later, along with another challenge, and the finalists to an earlier challenge, as above.

That other CCC, the Civilian Conservation Corps, we need again. Or something like it. Will we ever have that kind of leadership in the U.S. again? Enrollees of the CCC planted nearly 3 billion trees to help reforest America; constructed trails, lodges, and related facilities in more than 800 parks nationwide; and upgraded most state parks, updated forest fire fighting methods, and built a network of service buildings and public roadways in remote areas.

Amazing, after all this time, that we can still feel/experience/see/know/revisit these “projects”, that benefitted the participants surely, but also shall provide rewards for ages to come.

“What has happened, I can still feel it.” Image, along with great care and relief, courtesy of Kaiser West (