case study - 3 wives and black magic - with pictures!!

case study - 3 wives and black magic - with pictures!!

http://www.dmc.tv/pages/en/casestudy/2548-02-03.html

Re: teaching korean esl students korean folk tales in english

I met with Hank today and explored the idea of teaching korean esl
students korean folk tales in english - that they can share with they
return home.

Some korean esl students don't know korean folk tales - just as some
english speaking french immsersion students don't know english folk
tales.

Some korean esl students don't have an enjoyable experience of
speaking
english - their experience has been restricted to the classroom.

Here are some of the ideas that I want to play with:

- where is home? how do stories make us at home? where is our
ancestral
village?

- immigration and freedom - conceived in southern california - my
parents escaped the united states during the vietnam war before i was
born - and came to canada to be free

- how the effects of the global exploitation of oil change koreans and
canadians

- how the effects of the korean-canadian exploitation of the tar sands
may change koreans and canadians

- how global warming, rising sea levels, loss of farm land, increasing
pollution levels, and increasing population may change koreans and
canadians

- how the decline of american empire may change koreans and canadians

- what is multicultural vs cultural segregation?

- how are korea town and down town multicultural?

- where do we experience each others cultures?

- folk tales are survivors of past empire collapses - acting
perhaps as
a salve, an antidote, or a sweetener

- using korean folk tales is a way for korean esl to share their
culture
with english speakers

- using korean folk tales to and uncompressing the meaning in the
stories

- retelling the stories from a contemporary perspective
example - rumplestiltskin turning tar-sand into oil - or straw into
oil

- finding some place for these stories in korean norae-bang, video-
bang,
and pc-bang where people go to enjoy themselves

- finding a few coaches rehearse coaching groups through question and
answer style story telling - aka "gossip"
example - did you hear what happened rumplestiltskin?

- finding a few esl schools that will tell students about the program

- several stories are selected and read to a group of esl students

- use information of civilization / empire collapse, global warming to
decompress the stories because we share the planet
example: bill rees (vancouver) (enviromental footprint), jared diamond
(collapse), ronald wright (vancouver) (short history of progress), and
elizabeth kolbert (fieldnotes from a catastrophe) are presented
or we watch some movies:
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=4271982381147720351
http://video.google.ca/videoplay?docid=-8460217464978001719&hl=en-CA

http://www.learner.org/vod/asx/seattle/Out_of_the_Past_08.asx

- students join the group of the story they want to tell

- the story is explored, decompressed and rehearsed for retelling
during
a day workshop from 9am to 5pm, then there is a break, and then
each of
the 6 groups presents their story for 10 minutes

- if this works well, my dream is to work in other asian languages as
well as french

- claim the chat and the phone as space for art by using web based
interactive geographically distributed story telling performances via
instant messaging such as MSN Messenger or SMS phone text messaging

and then yesterday - or was it today - listening to gloria in excelsis deo i accepted the true fate of the world

and then yesterday - or was it today - listening to gloria in excelsis deo i accepted the true fate of the world

i will not store my treasures on earth

i will not covet power, fame or fortune

as i have been told

sigh

can there truly be character change? did my perspective change? or was it always just a matter of time?

is it a not a blessing that the meek may finally inherit the earth when every last drop of oil is gone?

"nor making of stuffs a thousand
yards a minute,
...
will make us
one whit stronger, happier
or wiser."

when all the ancient sunlight has been purged from the world
no more rockets will be launched
and we will return to killing our brothers and sisters with rocks

what i mean to say is
in the beginning - when i first learned about malthus
when i first read the mote in god's eye
of course i had hope - that i could be the miracle
that i could imagine, create, invent a way
to break the cycle of collapse and the descent into terrifying darkness

i then i realized that i thought this
because i thought that i was different
that i was not my fathers son
not the son of cain
that i would not have to kill to eat
that i would not have to fight my brother
that there was enough of earth's bounty for us all to share

but then somehow slowly
i begin to realize
that we have always been at war
forced from our homelands

and i couldn't understand how my fathers and mothers
had sacrificed their children
how they had pawned their children's inheritance for slavery
for comfort
for convenience

later i learned
and understood
how after endless wars, and wanting, and prisons, and forced marches
and deprivation
how i would do anything to never have to live through that again
that i need never be poor and watch my children starve
and selling mysqlf and them into slavery was better than the alternative

and that back from the wars
i wanted compensation
no matter who paid

but now?

i accept it
i accept trying to hold it together from flying apart and descending into darkness
i accept trying to take of your family, selling what ever can be sold to never go back into the darkness
i accept trying to find a safe walled city that will survive the collapse with walls thick enough
i accept trying to minister to the dying easing their suffering
but now i accept that i can find my place in what ever

Re: Ancient sunlight

i got it

it's awesome

it's ten years old

but it's not as old as

'Limits to Growth' published by Earth Island Limited, London 1972 created as a report for the Club of Rome

http://www.abc.net.au/science/slab/rome/default.htm

joshua paul wrote:

i love the library - i logged in - found it - and reserved a copy - it will be delivered to a library a couple blocks from my house

you should logon to your library website and have it delivered to your library too then we can make a book club!!

Norman Stephenson wrote:

The title hooked me.. haven't read it. N.

http://www.amazon.com/Last-Hours-Ancient-Sunlight-Revised/dp/1400051576

my ani ad idea on youtube

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=10CAghDOiJs

i did the patent search for this 20 years ago

rumplestiltskin fairy version v5

Once upon a time, a poor oil and gas priest named loman miller, was out drinking with his Bilderberger buddies. They were all depressed that their oil supplies were running dry while consumption was increasing beyond the 30 billion barrels we now consume, and the last remaining source of oil available to maintain civilisation as know it is the tar sands. One by one they all got to bragging about their children, and loman, who was so proud of his daughter Jeannie, bragged that his daughter had invented a way to turn tar sand into oil that uses less than the 1 barrel of oil needed to produce 3 barrels now. Nothing can be done about the 6 tons of sand, or the 6 to 12 barrels of water needed to make those 3 barrels of oil though.

One of his friends or enemies told the president, who had Jeannie quietly and efficiently kidnapped by HomeLand Security on grounds of national security and had her put in a top security facility with all the latest equipment put at her disposal - for her "safety."

The president came to visit her, "turn this tar sand in to oil for the good of the nation in 30 days, or your father could be executed as an enemy of the state." The president continued to mock her, "Of course if you succeed I would be happy to ask your father for your hand in marriage," she was told with a sneer.

First one week passed, then two weeks passed. The third week passed. A few more days flew by, till it was the night before - and still she couldn't turn tar sand into oil.

Her whole body shaking, she know that her father was going to die.

Then from out of nowhere a small little man with wings appeared. He looked her up and down and said - 'what will you give me if I turn this tar sand into oil?'

Jeannie said 'I have nothing to give you.'

'Give me that gold necklace around your neck,' the little man told her.

'But that was my mother's necklace. It is all I have to remember her by. Please don't ask for that,' Jeannie pleaded.

'What good is the necklace if can't save your life? Do you think the HomeLand Security executioner will not slip it from your neck after he shoots you in the back of the head? Would your mother want you to keep the necklace and lose your life instead?' asked the the little man.

'What if you run away after I give you the necklace?' she asked.

He gripped her neck with surprising speed and strength - 'I could take it now,' he said and then let go.

'Take it then,' she said slipping it over her head.

He put the necklace around his neck, told her to go to sleep and set to work configuring the equipment, programming the computers, feeding the tar sand into the DNA sequencers, and as he worked he began to sing the oil song (1). And the lullaby, the sound of the spinning separators and the hypnotic pumping of the vacuums soon put Jeannie to sleep.

The dawn broke, and the president came and saw that the tar sand had been turned into oil.

"A fluke. It could happen to anyone. Put this into my oil bank, and move her in to a larger facility. This time give her more tar sand!" The president turned to Jeannie, "turn this tar sand in to oil for the good of the nation in 30 days, or your father could be tortured and executed as an enemy of the state. Your not getting away that easily. You will need to do it again. I don't know how you did what you did, but you won't be able to do it a second time!"

First one week passed, then two weeks passed. The third week passed. A few more days flew by, till it was once again the night before - and still she had nothing done.

She wondered if the little man would appear like he had last time and what she could give him this time. Perhaps it had been nothing more than a dream. But her hand reached for where her necklace had been and came away empty.

From out of nowhere the same little man appeared. He looked her up and down and said - 'what will you give me this time if I turn this tar sand into oil?'

Jeannie said 'I have nothing to give you.'

He said 'Give me that gold ring on your finger.'

'But that was my mother's wedding ring. Don't ask for that,' Jeannie pleaded.

'What good is the ring if can't save your life? Do you think the HomeLand Security executioner will not slip it from your finger after he shoots you in the back of the head? Would your mother want you to keep the ring and lose your life instead?' asked the the little man.

'What if you run away after I give you the ring?' she asked.

He gripped her hand with surprising speed and strength - 'I can take it now, just like I could have taken the necklace last night. And I didn't run away last night did I?' and then let go.

'Take it then,' she said slipping it off her finger.

He put the ring on the necklace around his neck, told her to go to sleep and set to work configuring the equipment, programming the computers, feeding the tar sand into the DNA sequencers, and once again he began to sing the oil song. And the lullaby, the sound of the spinning separators and the hypnotic pumping of the vacuums soon put Jeannie to sleep for a second time.

The dawn broke, and the president came and saw that even more tar sand had been turned into oil.

"Put this into my oil bank. Now move her in to the largest hangar we have and this time make sure you give her all the tar sand you've got!"

Just like every other time she was told "turn this tar sand in to oil for the good of the nation in 30 days, or your father could be brainwashed, tortured and executed as an enemy of the state."

First one week passed, then two weeks passed. The third week passed. A few more days flew by, till it was the night before - and still she hadn't been able to turn tar sand into oil.

So she busied herself configuring the equipment, programming the computers, feeding the tar sand into the DNA sequencers. She couldn't give up. But nothing was working. The tar sand was being turned in to mud.

Something was missing, but what?

She's seen tar sand turned into oil twice - she knew it was possible. but she just couldn't make it work. there were too many combinations. she couldn't figure it out.

for millions of years my ancestors have survived disasters, jeannie thought to herself, she could survive this small disaster. not an ice age. not a meteor. not a solar flare. not a disease or a volcano or a tsunami. just converting tar sand into oil. just a few more tweaks and she'd have it. but it's impossible. its too far away.

jeannie, too exhausted to cry slides her back down the side of the machine and puts her head in her arms.

She wondered if the little man would appear like he had last time and what she could give him this time. Perhaps it had been nothing more than a dream. But her hand reached for where her ring had been and came away empty. She knew she had nothing to give him this time. She hoped he would come and save her and her father, and at the same the time she hoped he wouldn't come because she had nothing left to give him and her father would die.

As she was starting to go to sleep a familiar voice says to her 'what will you give me this time, if I turn all this tar sand into oil?'

'I have nothing left. You have taken everything, I have nothing left to give, go away and leave me alone.' she said.

He looks her in the eye and says 'Give me your first child.'

'I couldn't do that. I will not do that. I would rather die than give you my child. What kind of mother would sell her child's life to save her own? Have mercy.' Jeannie pleaded.

'Who knows,' the little man says, 'maybe you will never have a child, what harm can come of it? Anyway you are going to die if you don't give me a child. At least if you give me a child - you will have had a child - a child to pass on your destiny - and your child may have a chance at a better life than you. How can you deny that child their chance at fighting inequality?' said the little man.

'What if I run away after I give birth?' she asked.

'I will hunt you down and kill you, I will kill your child, I will kill every last one of your family, I will kill your friends, and I will kill everyone who ever knew you, until every last memory of you is gone.' he says.

'Take it then,' she said, 'if i have i child it will be yours.'

'When the child is three years old I will come to claim it as my right.'

He then told her to go to sleep and set to work configuring the equipment, programming the computers, feeding the tar sand into the DNA sequencers, and he began to sing the oil song. And soon the lullaby, the sound of the spinning separators and the hypnotic pumping of the vacuums soon made Jeannie sleepy. But this time she was ready, and she stayed awake and remembered everything, and finally at long last all the machine was done.

The dawn broke, and the president came and saw that all the tar sand had been turned into oil.

"Good. Put this into my oil bank. Now you will marry me."

Within the year, the president and jeannie had married and a beautiful baby boy was born.

Remembering her promise to the little man, she tripled spending on white house security, and created a new elite team within HomeLand Security to protect the child.

The team trained day and night for 3 years. At all times 5 units had the child in their site, and 25 others were constantly monitoring the situation.

One the eve of the child's first birthday, the first lady called in the army and national guard. she felt safe. the day was almost over and nothing had happened to her or her baby.

then suddenly her 5 agents dropped down dead and the little man appeared and said "Lady, I have come for the child."

But she refused, begged for mercy, and finally threatened to kill the child and herself rather than have the child taken from her.

"I will have mercy on you, with one condition - you have 3 days to guess my name."

Immediately Jeannie dispatched HomeLand Security and the NSA out looking for clues, hints and threads.

The next day the little man came and she guessed. But every guess was wrong...

So then Jeannie deployed the CIA and the FBI to help the HomeLanders and the NSA, increasing the bounty placed on the information leading to locating the little man's name.

The next day the little man came again and again she guessed. Again every guess was wrong...

So then Jeannie deployed the Army, the Navy and the Air Force, doubling the bounty placed on the information leading to locating the little man and eliminate him.

And finally, improbably, because this is a story, one of her security teams was able to locate the missing link and find out his name.

The little man pranced in, eager to collect his child when she bent down and whispered his name.

His fury was so great at hearing her say his name, that he exploded, sending his shattered remains flying through the room.

The End.
copyright 2007 - 2008
joshua scott paul

1 - the oil song
copyright 2007 - 2008
joshua scott paul

the world is dying
and i am crying
because i don't
know what to do

it's not my problem
i didn't do it
it's not because me
the world is dead

we have to make the factory owners
drink the water from their plants

we have to make the car owners
breathe the air for their tail pipes

we can fix it
we can do it
all we have to do
is believe we can

the recession and how iraq caused it

the recession and how iraq caused it

"pirates are greedy"

banks historically can make a lot of money investing in wars.

the profits made from wars can allow banks to make alot of very risky
investments - like a subprime mortgage.

but when you are counting on the resources of one of oil richest
countries falling into your lap - why worry?

only - iraq didn't turn out to the pot of gold.

so - banks can't back their subprime debt.

so - big problems.

so - the US is sick till 2011.

and today - we hear yemen has almost finished finished 19 of its 21
aquifers.

how can i make money from the US being sick?

or yemen running out of water?

buy up those foreclosed houses and tear them down for farmland?

turn the abandoned yemen villages into museums?

you can cry all you want

sunday
april 13th
2008
2.29am

you can cry all you want
about nothing wonderful ever happening to you
you can cry all you want
about the end of the world coming nearer

but what's that to you after all?
you won't be here anyway
to see the killing, the mass graves, the food riots and the cannibalism

you say that
and you are right - so right
i was so naive
you have seen it before
but why do my children have to see it?
why can't we put it behind us?
why does my daughter - who has never seen her grandfather...
and why does my son - who has never seen his grandfather...
why do they have to see a world war?

but here you have been at peace
but here you have not been hungry
but here you have not seen your house burned
your family killed
your temples torn down
your people's stories forgotten

but they have
the older peoples have seen
seen it and done it

peace and war
hunger and fullness

how could i imagine after starving for a hundred years
you would not rip the rivers apart
break open the mountains
and feast upon the land with abandon
and drunken - wipe the vomit from your mouth with the all trees in the
forest

how could i imagine after fighting a hundred years war
that coming home you would not take the village girls and get them pregnant
and fill their bellies with more soldiers
that coming home you would not want some comfort, some reward
for all your bloody labours sacrifice

sushi burger skit - the lover's in this blog

sushi burger skit - the lover's in this blog

take that skit
about the lovers
and outsource it
has been posted on for elance
for video production

a play
2007-05-17
jpaul

2 characters
i love you
you love me

hurray!!

don't panic - it's not - the end of the world as we know it - tee ought walk ee - v3

don't panic - it's not - the end of the world as we know it - tee ought
walk ee

"the lazy dog lies in the sunny licking his fleas"

Don't panic.

Really.

The poor people that are rioting for food are not in Europe and North
America. We are still safe. The rising price of commodities that
civilization as we know it depend on is not the cause for panic.

Yet.

Just because as ancient civilization collapses (Sumer, Rapa Nui, the Maya, Sumer, Catal Huyuc) were proceeded by a dwindling supply of fuel and agricultural product scarcity doesn't mean that the rising prices of oil, wheat, corn, and rice are anything to worry about.

Also don't be alarmed by global warming. Sure it will reduce agricultural yields and drive food prices up further, but that's no cause for concern, as agricultural yields have been declining for the past twenty years anyway.

You can also ignore the rising sea levels. It rising too slowly too have
any impact in the next two or three decades, and the fact that 50% of
worlds population lives within a kilometre of the ocean is nothing to
worry about either. They have plenty of time to move.

The mass extinction of species that is underway at the moment is also
overblown. As many species become extinct their destruction is creating
room for other species to expand into, where they can grow and thrive.
All species become extinct over a long enough time frame anyway.

With respect to rising oil and gas prices - just take a deep breath and
calm down - its not that bad. While it is true that the entire modern
economy exists because of the vast amount of energy being extracted from
fossil fuels at an ever increasing rate as other countries improve their
oil and gas burning capabilities. But even with their lighting up and
burning oil and gas as fast as they can we still have another 45 years
of oil, and 72 years of gas. And when we run of out of oil and gas, we
have 252 years of coal. Of course that is if the world population
doesn't grow.

Are you scared of a baby? How about millions of cute little babies? How
about a billion more super cute darling babies? They are adorable. I
know you are probably worrying about how much food they will eat, how
much oil and gas they will consume, and how much they will pollute. But
they're just babies. Babies aren't scary - I mean it's not like you ever
saw a baby food riot right? And babies don't pollute.

Poisoned rivers, landfills, spent uranium, and dioxins. All sound scary and disastrous right? Wrong. There are still lots of safe places to live - when the garbage piles up to high you can just move somewhere else. Besides these dumps provide jobs for lots of people and their families turning them into fertilizer to grow more food and munitions to kill our enemies.

Perhaps the growing number of deadly diseases is making you anxious? AIDS, hanta virus, West Nile, Bird Flu? Or you scared by the drug resistant diseases we have bred? MRSA, XDR-TB, VRE and clostridium difficile. You will be safe - these only affect weak and poor people. Your wealth and strength will protect you.

But what about my overseas call centres? Will I still be able to call
for tech support for my digital hdtv signal? That's what gated
communities are for. Your digital satellite provider will no doubt have
outsourced to a call centre inside a gated community with it's own
paramilitary security force.

So - relax, sit back, and order another cocktail.