Friday, September 26, 2008

There IS Such a Thing as a Free Churrasco

I love economics. There’s something about reducing living and breathing people to robotic data points operating on pure economic logic that just tickles me pink. But economics, I have learned, can’t explain everything.

One of the most fundamental principles of economics is illustrated by the saying “there’s no such thing as a free lunch.” This is even the title of a book by Milton Friedman, the father of neoliberal free-market economic thought.

The principle basically says that nothing is truly free - everything has a cost, whether it be hidden or disclosed. For example, when you get a free ice cream cone for buying 10, there’s nothing free about it. The store owner did not suddenly decide to turn his business into a charity. He isn’t being generous, or even grateful for your business.

The simple fact is, he can prevent a certain percentage of his customers from buying ice cream cones from other stores through one tried-and-true mechanism: raise the switching costs of his customers. With this simple action, every one of his customers now has to consider that their purchase is not just a mid-afternoon treat, but actually an investment towards that 11th “free” ice cream cone.

Anything that seems free you’re just paying for indirectly. But you’re still paying for it.

I’ve been amazed by how universal this law is. I’ve seen it hold true for everything from college planning to relationships to the recent financial debacle in the United States. Everything has a price, and the people who most deny this usually just end up paying this price later, and with interest.

But if I may be so bold, I would propose an exception. You see, economics has always had a hard time explaining this little itty-bitty thing called human nature. It puzzles over people buying high and selling low, bank runs over far-fetched rumors, and so-called “non-optimal exchanges.” Totally rational autobots aren’t supposed to do such things.

We had a churrasco at the Casa da Cachopa (where some of the Institute’s volunteers live) last night, and amidst the conversations, the food, and the funk dance choreography I realized that when you give of yourself, when you really truly submit your needs and desires to those of another, when you give this other person the benefit of the doubt, and the benefit of faith, and just stop whining, and stop thinking about your ulterior motives and your insecurities and the childhood when you didn’t have fill in the blank, you receive more than you give away.

How can this be?

I’ll say it again, as much for my benefit as yours: there is something in our nature that finds immense fulfillment in teaching, in holding up, in encouraging, in loving, in self-sacrifice. This something is often hidden, usually ignored, but I suspect it is right up there with the highest and best in us.

This “free lunch,” not only does it not have a price - it can’t be bought. It is a loophole in life: give it away with abandon, and you’ll receive in abundance.

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Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Churrasco at the Cachopa House

This is a video of a churrasco (BBQ) we had at our house, plus a guided tour.

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Thursday, September 18, 2008

Show Me The Money! (please)

Some of you have asked how you can help out, so I wanted to give you a chance to invest in something tangible that we're doing here at the Two Brothers Institute. Ok, that's a lie. No one has asked how they can help out. But if that first sentence made you wonder who else might be helping, I think we can all agree that's a pretty undeniable sign that you should probably, you know, send me money.

But it's not for just anything. Oh no. You see, my friend Evan from SDSU is here for a month, and he has a grant from the Language Acquisition Research Center at our university to develop a bunch of media projects with the kids here. He and I are putting together international Skype conversation groups, narrated picture slideshows, and videos on all sorts of topics.

There's one problem: we have no space to store this stuff. The Institute doesn't have any hard drives, and these types of projects produce massive amounts of files that need to be stored at least for short periods. Acquiring a hard drive would not only allow us to continue and expand these projects, but also backup the computer that carries all the important records of the institute.

Sooooo, I'm asking anyone who feels so inclined to donate some funds to the purchase of a 1 terabyte hard drive. We found an incredible deal on a website in the U.S. from a reputable manufacturer (US$200 for a Seagate drive), and there's even someone coming here from the States in 1 month, so we can avoid shipping and taxes.

Only US$200 people!

Please donate to my paypal account: tiagoforte@cox.net

Here's the link to the "Send Money" page in Paypal: Send Money

If you don't know how to use Paypal, send me an email and I will send you an invoice, which you can pay with any credit or debit card, even if you don't have a Paypal account.

Thanks!

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Military Elections

Yesterday and today the military occupied Rocinha during the election. They were tasked with assuring order and preventing intimidation of voters. The governmental authorities took the opportunity to take down irregular campaign posters. They removed 8 tons of such campaign material in just 6 days.

Anyway, here's the pics: military elections

Here's an article on the events of the week for you Portuguese speakers: Globo article

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Monday, September 15, 2008

Children's English Class

By "children," I mean a rather wide-ranging group of girls between the ages of 9 and 14. This is the English class that I give along with my friend Olivia, who is from Leeds, in England.

I'll be the first to say that it's difficult. These girls are used to the public school system, which despite having the honorable mandate to provide a place for every Brazilian child no matter what, discharges this duty rather ineffectively. These schools are notorious for overcrowding, violence, lack of supervision, and, predictably, not actually teaching anything. Teaching positions
 at these schools are not seen as permanent positions, but as necessary stopovers on the way to better-paying and more dignified employment.

But I digress.

Our classes are a constant struggle between wanting to impart truly useful knowledge, knowledge that will be priceless when these girls one day seek jobs, and needing to keep them entertained. In addition to the attention deficit, there is a whole series of interpersonal issues to deal with, issues that only the adolescent female mind could be complicated enought to invent.

The result is a lesson planning style reminiscent of a latenight gameshow: the actual information takes a backseat to games, games, and more games. Learning body parts leads to Simon Says and Hokey Pokey, while family vocab entails a makeshift game of Memory.

But it's amazing how much you can teach when you don't let them realize they're being taught.

For body parts, we took several approaches. One day we did an activity where each girl was given a blank piece
 of paper and asked to draw a head using crayons. We folded the paper over the head, passed each paper to another student, and instructed them to draw a torso. This continued until we unveiled a menagerie of extremely diverse if disjointed characters.

The next day, we taped a bunch of pieces of paper together and had a (small) student lie down on them. We traced her and then had everyone label the body parts. For the finale, we brought some paint to class (ok, I'll be honest, we stole it from the shirt-making area) and did handprint drawings. In an extremely clever display of ironic self-reference, I then 
posted the handprints in the shape of a.....wait for it............hand! A giant hand. It's funny because it's true.

At the end of 2 weeks of body part learning, we had a test, and I must say I was impressed. I think that we need to do more testing. It's funny how we as "first-world" elite university students are so extremely test-focused, how we only want to know what's being tested and don't hesitate to chuck the rest out of
our ivory tower window, and then expect these kids, these kids who have never seen a role-model of what a student should be, to be excited about learning just for the sake of learning. Hypercrisy anyone?

A lot of people ask me, are you doing any good? I can hear genuine curiosity in their voice, but also skepticism. I can hear doubt, both of me and of themselves. I have my soundbyte answer: grand professions about job qualifications, cultural exchange, broadening horizons, you know the drill.

But really I don't know. I have my moments of self-doubt like anybody else. I don't know if any of these girls will ever learn English. I don't know if they'll ever apply for a job that will require such skills. I don't know whether my time with them will be nothing more than a pleasant memory (or an unpleasant one for that matter). I don't know that all this isn't a self-indulgent exercise in self-sacrificial self-flagellation. All I know is that you can never quite avoid that "self."

For the time being, though, I have to take it one day at a time. I have to believe that if I made one person's day a little better, a little more constructive or informative or even just entertaining, it was a successful day. I have to let go of my definition of progress, stop trying to shape the world around me according to my expectations. As an extra side-benefit, that also happens to be the only way to stay sane around here. 

Anyway, one thing I do know is that it's as fun as all getup (getout?). That's a good enough reason to do anything, isn't it?



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Tuesday, September 9, 2008

New Albums

I added 2 new albums to the Pictures section in the right-hand column; "2nd Month in Rocinha" and "Instituto Dois Irmãos." Instead of adding new albums all the time, I will continue to update these 2 albums with new pictures from time to time. Unless of course there's a special event or adventure that deserves its own album.

Enjoy!

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Sunday, September 7, 2008

A Song for Americans

Millions of people around the world are watching our electoral process unfold with a mixture of fascination and horror. It's so difficult for us in the States to understand why they care so much until you live overseas. Only then do you realize that our government has more of an effect on some people than their own governments. More importantly, our country is often a greater hope for change than any other single thing in their lives. Would you care?

If I could presume to speak for these people, I would share this one song. You can download it here (Look Into My Eyes) and the lyrics are below.

"Look Into My Eyes" by Outlandish

Look into my eyes
Tell me what you see
You don't see a damn thing
'cause you can't relate to me
You're blinded by our differences
My life makes no sense to you
I'm the persecuted one
You're the red, white and blue

Each day you wake in tranquility
No fears to cross your eyes
Each day I wake in gratitude
Thanking God He let me rise
You worry about your education
And the bills you have to pay
I worry about my vulnerable life
And if I'll survive another day
Your biggest fear is getting a ticket
As you cruise your Cadillac
My fear is that the tank that has just left
Will turn around and come back

Yet, do you know the truth of where your money goes?
Do you let the media deceive your mind?
Is this a truth nobody, nobody, nobody knows?
Has our world gone all blind?

Yet, do you know the truth of where your money goes?
Do you let the media deceive your mind?
Is this a truth nobody, nobody, nobody knows?
Someone tell me ...

Ooohh, let's not cry tonight
I promise you one day it's through
Ohh my brothers, Ohh my sisters
Ooohh, shine a light for every soul that ain't with us no more
Ohh my brothers, Ohh my sisters

See I've known terror for quite some time
57 years so cruel
Terror breathes the air I breathe
It's the checkpoint on my way to school
Terror is the robbery of my land
And the torture of my mother
The imprisonment of my innocent father
The bullet in my baby brother
The bulldozers and the tanks
The gases and the guns
The bombs that fall outside my door
All due to your funds
You blame me for defending myself
Against the ways of my enemies
I'm terrorized in my own land
And I'm the terrorist?

Yet, do you know the truth of where your money goes?
Do you let the media deceive your mind?
Is this a truth nobody, nobody, nobody knows?
Has our world gone all blind?

Yet, do you know the truth of where your money goes?
Do you let the media deceive your mind?
Is this a truth nobody, nobody, nobody knows?
Someone tell me ...

Ooohh, let's not cry tonight, I promise you one day it's through
Ohh my brothers, Ohh my sisters,
Ooohh, shine a light for every soul that ain't with us no more
Ohh my brothers, Ohh my sisters,

American, do you realize that the taxes that you pay
Feed the forces that traumatize my every living day
So if I won't be here tomorrow
It's written in my fate
May the future bring a brighter day
The end of our wait

Ooohh, let's not cry tonight, I promise you one day it's through
Ohh my brothers, Ohh my sisters,
Ooohh, shine a light for every soul that ain't with us no more
Ohh my brothers, Ohh my sisters,

Ohh let's not cry tonight I promise you one day is through
Ohh my brothers! Ohh my sisters!
Ooh shine a light for every soul that ain't with us no more
Ohh my brothers! Ohh my sisters! 


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Names

The following is a list of names I've been called at least once while I've lived in Rocinha:

1. Americano
2. Gringo
3. Yankee
4. Norteamericano
5. Chinês
6. Japonês
7. Vietnamês
8. Alemão (German)
9. Francês
10. Paulista (someone from São Paulo, where my family is from)
11. Caipira (hillbilly, because of my accent)
12. Patricinho (spoiled rich kid)
13. Favelado (slum-dweller)
14. Velho (old guy, used as slang)
15. Muleque (kid)
16. Bebê (baby, for my blue eyes)
17. Nego (slang for black, because of my tan)
18. Branquinho (slang for white, because of my whiteness)
19. Professor (teacher)
20. Tio (uncle, term of respect)

I love not fitting any category.

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Monday, September 1, 2008

Minas Gerais

I took a trip to the historical cities of Minas Gerais this weekend. It is a region to the north of Rio that contains all the old mining cities of the colonial period. The Portuguese Crown extracted unimaginable sums of gold, silver, and other minerals from the region to feed its lifestyle and empire, and in the process built some of the most magnificent churches in the world. Large cities sprang from nothing as investment and laborers poured into the region, all of them either seeking fortune deep in the interior, or following their enslavers into the ground.


(SKIP TO END IF YOU HATE HISTORY)


This was one of the few places in the Americas where slaves were able to escape some of the brutality that was the custom of the age. Unlike the huge plantations of the Brazilian northeast or the American South, where armed guards could keep watch on horseback and escape was difficult, the mountains of Minas provided protection from the authorities. The rough terrain made it difficult to capture escaped slaves, and as a result various "kilombos" - permanent settlements of escaped slaves - were established in the region.


Also, mining operations tended to be small and decentralized, which reflected the lack of centralization in the Portuguese Empire as a whole. Many times a slave owner would be by himself with his slaves, and there are reports of slaves being openly abusive and rebellious in light of such freedom. Often the owner would refuse to report the incident for fear of losing his "possession" to imprisonment, since slaves were very expensive and difficult to obtain.


What's truly incredible though is how important a place Minas was in the course of world history.


At first glance it seems like the most insignificant, backward place in the world. To this day, cows roam the pastures and time seems to creep by at a snail's pace. But Minas rose to prominence at the perfect time to impact events half a world away.


First of all, it contributed to the prosperity of Brazil at a crucial time. The small, family-managed sugar plantations that had been the dominant economic engine for more than a century began to sputter in the 17th century and by the 18th century were dying, as competition from the French and Dutch in the Caribbean caused sugar prices to fall dramatically.


As prices and therefore profits fell, the sugar plantations began to consolidate, with large corporate-style plantations buying up smaller operations. Many families and laborers suddenly found that they had no place in the new economy. Luckily, it was just at this moment that gold was discovered in Minas, and the ensuing massive population shift not only provided a place for them to live and work, but also strengthened the territorial integrity of the Portuguese colonies, causing them to stick together as one nation while the Spanish colonies splintered into numerous republics, dictatorships, and oligarchies.


Who knows how history would have been different if Brazil had become 3 or 4 (or more) nations instead of one. 


Would Napoleon have invaded South America instead of Mexico if there wasn't a large, strong, coherent bulwark on the continent's eastern coast? Would the Monroe Doctrine have forced the U.S. to intervene constantly on behalf of numerous states thousands of miles away, thus weakening it during the Spanish-American War, First World War, or Second World War? Would smaller, weaker states have been more susceptible to Communism, causing the U.S. to ignore developments in Korea, Vietnam, and the Middle East in favor of the dominos falling in its own backyard? We will never know.


The other major way in which Minas influenced world history has to do with the gold itself. Specifically, it has to do with the path this gold took once it left the ground. Nearly all of it went to Portugal, since the Crown taxed every ounce at 20% and what was left could only be traded with Portuguese ships. But from there, it went north. Portugal simply didn't have the manufacturing capacity to deliver the processed goods that the colonies needed. What is more, most of the original funding for mining operations in Minas came from England and other Northern European countries, since they had the capital and expertise to make them happen. These loans had to be paid back.


The final effect of all this was the following: the gold of Minas (along with Spanish gold) largely financed the Industrial Revolution in England, Holland, and the German states. While the Spanish and Portuguese Crowns lived in luxury and lorded over their empires, the northern countries began building the foundation for a new epoch. The century following the exhaustion of the mineral wealth of Minas Gerais saw the rise of a new empire, the British Empire, while the Iberian countries which had owned half the world saw their economies slide back into the Middle Ages.


(HISTORY PART OVER)


We rented a car in Rio and visited 5 cities over the course of 3 days: São João Del Rei, Tiradentes, Congonhas, Mariana, and Ouro Preto. The group consisted of 2 Germans (Julia and Simon), a Colombian (Philipp), an Ecuadorean-American (Mateo) and the ethnic smorgasborg that is me. 


The main attraction was churches. In brand new cities flush with mineral wealth, churches were one of the primary investments of both the rich and the poor. The local aristocracy competed with each other to see who could build the biggest, most grand church, while the slaves hid gold dust in their hair, to later sell and contribute to the construction of their own church (ok, I know I said the history part was over).


Gold was everywhere. One church had half a ton of gold just in the main chapel. Saints representing different working groups and social classes adorned the sides, depending on who had built the church. Symbolism was everywhere, from the shape of the church square to the curve of the altar to the direction the church faced.


Everywhere we went, it seemed, we found the works of Aleijadinho, the greatest sculptor of the period. He was apparently extremely prolific, as it seemed every church we visited had something of his. The amazing thing is that he was a leper, and his greatest works were created when he had no hands, with his tools strapped to his deteriorating arms. And this was work of extreme detail. Some say his suffering allowed him insight into the suffering of the saints.


We also visited a mine, the Mina da Passagem, that is one of the largest publicly-accessible mines in the world. It goes down 2 km (over a mile) and has thousands of km of passageways. We took a ride in one of the railcars and swam in an underground pool, which is why we will probably die of lead poisoning in a few years.


I think the rest is self-explanatory. See pictures on the right. I also put up 2 other albums, of the last week with the fam and my first month in Rocinha in Rio.

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