Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Now that you mention it....

Yes.



***What Wg Means***

You are very charming... dangerously so. You have the potential to break a lot of hearts.You know how what you want, how to get it, and that you will get it.You have the power to rule the world. Let's hope you're a benevolent dictator!

You are deeply philosophical and thoughtful. You tend to analyze every aspect of your life.You are intuitive, brilliant, and quite introverted. You value your time alone.Often times, you are grumpy with other people. You don't appreciate them trying to interfere in your affairs.

h/t to Kate for the link.

Kate is in need of assistance

Kate has lots of blogs. So when she asked that her readers vote one off the island, and decided to keep Chubby Mommy, she ran into something of a brain block, I think.

Go lend assistance. Post a comment there, even if you don't leave one here.

All five of you. Go.

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Camera blogging, and how to be frustrated.

I haven't posted much about the equipment I use yet, so I suppose I should. If you're not into cameras, well, this is going to be a geek post.

My platform of choice at the moment is the Canon Digital Rebel XT, bought about a year and a half ago. I went with Canon rather than one of the alternates largely because the mount for their SLR lenses is the same across the spectrum of low to high-end camera bodies, so when I upgrade I won't need new lenses. Not every manufacturer can say the same.

A while back, I'm not sure when, I lost both my alternate battery and my charger, so I haven't ben doing much shooting. During my last outing with Dad, the battery I do have finally ran outta juice, and I had to borrow one from him. I've been casting about for ideas on whether to replace just the lone battery and charger, or whether to ...um... upgrade somewhat.

Then I made the mistake earlier of looking here. I swear, that's purest camera-geek porn. What I ended up getting is close to the bottom of the page, the "Battery Grip BG-E3", which features an alternate set of camera controls on it and an interchangeable clip that takes two of the (you guessed it) normal batteries used in the camera body, or six AA's. I got it thinking that it had an internal battery pack, and that it came with a DC adapter, which turned out not to be the case. What really frosts me about this is that I know full well as soon as I purchase another battery and a charger (which I could have done anyway), I'll find the one I lost.

Oh, in case anybody's interested, the lens I use most of the time is the EF 70-300mm f/4-5.6 IS USM.

Dining out

The top five celebrities that zombies would avoid eating.

Highly amusing. :)

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

A bad day

Two things have happened, that convince me the apocalypse is nigh.

Fred Thompson, the only really viable candidate for President withdrew from the race.

Heath Ledger died.


This sucks.

Thursday, January 17, 2008

Dreams

I had a dream just before waking up this morning that Red had a (literally) cottage industry of mice putting together jewelry with their tiny paws, and that her HR person was one of our cats. Nothing like an HR person that can eat you to inspire effort.

I wonder if this has anything to do with my nervousness about a job I just applied for?

Weird.

Followup on the Jacks case...

I did some online exploring, and I thought I'd share some of what I found pertaining to what was or should have been available to Banita Jacks. Again, everything posted here is strictly my opinion and doesn't represent anyone or anything other than myself.

First off, it's important to understand a couple of things about public assistance in general, and Medicaid in particular. Bear with me, because while this is dry going, it'll have some relevance.

Medicaid has had a long and torturous history, undergoing revision after revision, change after change, and every state has some of their own variant on it. A major part of the reason for this is that while it is largely a federally-funded program through three of the different Titles under the umbrella of Social Security, the underlying idea is the same; matching federal dollars. States are expected to divvy up a portion of their own money in order to get matching money from our federal government, under a you-spend-this-much, and I'll-give-you-this-much-more-per-dollar-you-spend arrangement. All of that is dependent on meeting certain federal benchmarks and performance measures. When you hear about this in the MSM, this is what they're talking about. Different programs, obviously, have different expectations, but nearly every single form of public assistance available follows this general arrangement in some way. Read through the link to Wikipedia at the start of this paragraph, and count to yourself how many times you encounter the word "Optional".

Oregon has been, for the last approximate decade, a leader in this field. Governor Kitzhaber, a former (and possibly still practicing, I have no idea) physician from Portland, came up with the idea of the Oregon Health Plan, which extended the federally funded classes of disabled, elderly, pregnant, or child groups into the mainstream population under certain income levels tied to the Federal Poverty level. OHP was a revolutionary idea, and initially, it was supposed to be a pairing between private and public-sector healthcare. The private part fell through, naturally, and the public part came very close to bankrupting Oregon about six years ago - the money to pay for about 130,000 adults to have inexpensive healthcare was coming out of the general fund, which is entirely supplied by state income taxes and also covers Transportation, Emergency Services, and Education. In other words, it became as much a part of the infrastructure of this state as the roads, the police, and the school system. The problem is, when the economy takes a nose dive and people are out of work, there goes the state's funds. Oregon doesn't have a sales tax.

OHP had to be scaled back to a mere shadow of its former self in the 2001-2002 biennium, if I remember correctly. The state simply quit paying for all of those extra services that had started to get well and truly intertwined with the social fabric. The homeless population and crime rates in crowded urban areas soared. The mental health sector essentially dried up and the counselors moved on, because the people that really needed it no longer had health insurance. Chemical Dependency classes for diversions on DUIIs went away. Parents who had lost their children to Child Welfare due to Oregon's soaring methamphetamine problem couldn't get medical coverage to get clean and get their kids back. Jail populations rocketed upwards. Police became overburdened default healthcare services in the absence of preventative medicine.

None of that is an exaggeration. I lost count years ago of the number of times I had to tell adults, "Sorry. You didn't pay your $6 premium for one month of your Medicaid, and since you have arrearages now, I have to cut your medical off. Get it back? I'm sorry, you don't understand....the program doesn't exist anymore. You can't get it back." It was heartbreaking.

The District of Columbia is unique in this country, in that by dint of its inclusion in the Constitution, not only is it not a state, but it can't be a state. Guess what that means for the concept of matching dollars, as I outlined above? You got it....the amount of money that DC has to spend on ANY kind of discretionary funding simply isn't there. How often have you seen news reports about the problems keeping the roads paved in DC? If they can't keep roads paved and cops paid for, they won't be paying for extra healthcare for the poor.

I took a look through the Human Services website for DC earlier today and found what I had expected - Medicaid services are the bare-bones minimum of what federal dollars are allowed to pay for. There aren't any additional services. I would also hazard a guess that my own counterparts in DC, on both the family programs and the protective services sides of things, aren't nearly as well paid as I am, and probably have a bigger and more difficult caseload problem than I do. By saying that, mind you, I'm not downplaying my own job - I'm just saying as hard as I've got it, their job is harder by a whole order of magnitude. Consequently, the boom of time that Oregon got where nearly everybody under 100% of the Federal Poverty Level was eligible for affordable healthcare really hasn't ever existed in DC. It's bad there, it never got better during the 90's like most of the rest of this country, and as hard as the rest of us have it, it's worse there.

The CPS worker mentioned in this story was very likely in an impossible position. Expected to maintain contact with an impossible number of families and work 1:1 with all of them on an ongoing basis, she very likely did what any of us would have done - if one encounters an absolute refusal to cooperate on the part of the client, even to answer the door, then at some point one has to quit paying attention to that family and move on to the next, just as or more urgent need. Every day, there are news stories about horrifying things that happen to kids, wives, husbands, elders, or immigrants in this country. Those stories aren't unusual - to the CPS workers out there, those stories are every day reality. In medicine, we call it triage and it's understandable. In social work, the public refers to it as laziness, and yet decries the expense of maintaining more trained and willing staff to handle the workload.

In a nutshell - Banita Jacks did not have adequate mental health care because there wasn't enough money to pay for an undiagnosed disabled adult with children to have such care, unless she fell under about 10% of the Federal Poverty Level and qualified for some variant of TANF. Banita Jacks didn't ask for help because she was disturbed and probably couldn't. Banita Jacks didn't get the help she needed from the social agencies that are tasked with it because the schools, the social workers, the police, and her neighbors did not have the resources to pay attention to the little things - they are in a position where the big problems are as much as they can deal with.

It comes down to money, and that's the worst tragedy of all. You know 1% of each of the 50 states' budget would be enough to make DC one of the most beautiful and sought-after capitol cities in the world? And yet we depend on stingy federal money, Congress that has other things to argue about, and lobbyists from other parts of the country squeezing the federal teat for all they're worth. Banita Jacks' family died because she was sick, and because nobody could help her.

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Thoughts on the Banita Jacks case

I haven't posted on the Banita Jacks case yet, partially because I do strive to keep my "professional" identity separate from my personal, and from my blogger pseudonym. Before I get any further into this, let me stress the statement over there to your right and down a bit...the opinions posted here are my opinions and don't represent the opinion or position of any other person, agency, company, etc. This goes double, maybe even triple for my specific employer. My opinions here are no more valid than anybody else's; I simply have relevant experience that colors my opinion.

I've been a social worker for about eight years now. In that time, I've seen a lot of things, including tragedies that were picked up by the national media. I've seen the "inside" side of things like this....the reactions from within the social agencies that from the outside seem so monolithic. Let me tell you, in the case of Banita Jacks, heads will roll. Depend on it.

The thing is, the really sad thing is, that this needn't have happened. Kate has posted a couple of times on this, including an excellent roundup that got me to thinking, even before I got an email from her asking about my thoughts. She closes with the question, Who failed Banita Jacks?

Ultimately, I think nearly every jurisdiction in this country restricts forcible mental health treatment to those that are an imminent danger to themself or others. While Ms. Jacks fits this criteria for obvious reasons, the difference here is that it was somebody's duty to have noticed it, reported it to people that could do something about it, and taken appropriate action. On behalf of the children, that much, again, is obvious.

What's not so obvious, though, is that one person noticing something when nobody else wants to say anything doesn't accomplish much. Much like the horrifying story of Kitty Genovese in New York, there is a vast difference between "everybody knowing something" and everybody actually knowing that everybody knows it. If that doesn't make much sense, consider this. Kate counts five separate agencies with, individually, duty to see what was happening to those children and say or do something about it. I count far more than that...because the Jacks had neighbors. The children had friends, and those friends had parents. For god's sake, the place they lived was an apartment in southeastern DC.

It is impossible that none of the neighbors knew or suspected that something had happened to those children, or that Banita Jacks was a danger to those children or herself.

Impossible.

Whether or not they'll ever be willing to admit it to someone other than a psychiatrist, lawyer, or priest, all of whom have the luxury of an official pass on having to tell somebody about it, well, that's another story.

So who failed Banita Jacks? The answer is pretty simple. We all did. I'm no fan of Hillary Clinton, but the premise of her book is a pretty simple, and accurate one. Children and families do not exist in a vacuum, and we as a society have said that we feel it's important to protect the innocent from those who would harm them. The innocent in this case includes Banita Jacks, in part at least because help for her mental illness should have been available and wasn't. I don't know if this is because Medicaid's coverage for mental health services, and for adults in general, has been largely gutted by tax shortfalls the way it happened in Oregon about six years ago, or if those services were actually available to Banita Jacks and she was unable or unwilling to access them. I have no idea.

Honestly, though....help should have been available. Help should have been forthcoming. It wasn't, and it's a tragedy that will breed a lot of public embarassment for elected officials, which will translate into downhill-flowing wrath, all the way to the hapless and probably horrifyingly overworked CPS worker that failed to make contact with the family before the worst happened. People will get fired, rules will be changed, officials will vow in public that it will never happen again, and politicians will exploit and manipulate it in the media for personal gain. In the end, it may change things, a little. It may help another family, or inspire another CPS worker to go the extra mile just one more time. Who knows?

The only thing I know is that Banita Jacks was sick, and her children paid the ultimate price because nobody around her was willing or able to do something about it.

Irritating People

You know how there's usually that one guy around the office that's irritating in general? Him, you know, the guy chomping down a sandwich or a mouthful of Cheetos while trying to explain something technical to another coworker that has absolutely no interest beyond resolving their problem, whatever it is.

I was talking to one of my friends at work today, when that dude went trundling past. She and I were talking quietly - obviously a private conversation, or at least one would have thought it was. I'd just been asked the usual question I get 'round the office these days, which was a variant of "So do you have names picked out?". ON HIS WAY PAST, he spun (impressive, considering the bulk one develops from a career of sandwich and Cheeto-munching) around and asked, "You havin' a BABY?". I totally wanted to deadpan it, saying no, one of my cats is having kittens and I'm planning which ones end up in the soup later tonight, or something similar, but I restrained the impulse, smiled, and said, "Yep. Me!"

He didn't ask how it was possible I was pregnant, but that's probably just as well. I doubt I could have restrained myself a second time.

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

New kitchen cabinets

I totally want these, but I don't think Red will let me.

Best. Cabinets. Ever.

(h/t: DBKP)

Sunday, January 6, 2008

Coastal photos

Dad and I took a shooting excursion over to Lincoln City, then down as far as Newport. I think I did more shooting today than I've ever done - I filled up all six of the memory cards I had with me, which is a lot. Here's what I've had time to work up so far.



The Coast Guard helicopter from Newport came over twice.



Yaquina Head Lighthouse...

Just for perspective - yes, those waves are exactly as high as they look.



Very rough surf.

I spent quite a bit of time working on this shot.


This one, too.




Quite a bit of snow in the Cascade Range, at least for Oregon. I got this after I was trying to get a good photo of a Great Blue Heron, and he decided being elsewhere was a good idea.

Friday, January 4, 2008

Political Correctness needs to go.

Rant time with Uncle W! Today's topic: PC around ethnic background.

I have a huge problem with some PC terms that I see and hear being used all the time. Let's start with a classic.

African American
Ok, this presupposes two obvious and somewhat offensive notions; first, that a person with dark skin is of African ancestry. Black people come from more places than Africa - Jamaica, perhaps? It also presupposes that a person is an American, which isn't necessarily true. Added to that, it doesn't really tell you anything, except that the person using the term is more interested in not offending somebody that's hyper-sensitive to the ridiculous, and is willing to arbitrarily lump somebody into an ethnic identity that may have no basis in anything connected to reality. People of actual African descent don't necessarily have dark skin, either.

The biggest problem with this kind of PC crap is that it's ridiculously restrictive. If one were to grant some kind of validity to identifying Americans by their geographic ethnicity (and I don't), then why are we stopping with one? I want to be known as a Scandinavian-British Islander-Caucasian-Sino-Hugenot American!

Native Hawaiian OR Pacific Islander
Moving on. Isn't Hawaii a series of ...islands? In the ....Pacific Ocean? Wouldn't that make natives of that area of the world ....Pacific Islanders?

For that matter, why don't we call them Pacific Islander Americans? You know, to be consistent.

Ethnicity vs. Race
Somebody out there tell me what the hell the difference is??? Please?

Why are the categories for "Ethnicity" White or Hispanic? Do non-White, non-Hispanic people not have any ethnicity? Where did this idea come from?

Blah, I could come up with a hundred more ridiculous examples. I have a suggestion, however.

Somewhere, somehow, there is a small group of people out there who are coming up with these ideas, and actually convincing the people around them that the ideas are good ones. I think we should find them, capture them, and fire them into the sun.

Wednesday, January 2, 2008

Probably more than you wanted to know.

I have a somewhat clogged up left ear.

This wouldn't be such a problem, except that I also have the hiccups. Every time I hiccup, my ear squeaks.

It's annoying.

Overheard

Me: (calling home shortly before leaving work, to see if I need to stop at the grocery store). "..."

Thing #2: (age 7) "Hello?"

Me: "Hi there. I need to talk to your mum."

momentary pause.

Thing #2: "We're sorry, but the number you have reached has been disconnected. Please check the number and try again."

Me: (helpless laughter) "Give the phone to your mother, squirt."

(giggling)