You Do The Crime, You Do The…Hustle?

Prison in the Philippines is a little different than those in the States. One specific prison, the CPDRC, takes rehabilitation to a whole new level. While the usual guards, laser beams, finger-print identity scanners, and security cameras are part of the system, the CPDRC has also incorporated something totally new and revolutionary. Dance.

At the Cebu Provincial Detention and Rehabilitation Center, inmates not only learn livelihood skills and are kept in cells, they’re also kept in line with discipline. Discipline, however that comes in the form of dance. What’s amazing about this concept, is that it seems to work. Hundreds of inmates line up and perform to songs such as Radio Gaga, I Will Follow Him (ala Sister Act), Jump by the Pointer Sisters, and Thriller by Michael Jackson. They fall in line. They dance in unison. They exercise, they learn to work together. So why not simply force inmates to run laps, do sit-ups, or run through military style obstacle courses? Well, I imagine there’s something magical about dance. For one, it makes you feel good. Two, it’s good exercise. Third, it keeps the inmates busy allowing them to focus on other things besides gang affiliations, drug trafficking, and corruption. It also allows them to be a part of something that focuses on the good instead of the bad. Simple, huh?

Along with the amazing 200 men dance routines that they do, they learn new skills and do their time. When they’re released, a formal ceremony is given in their home village/town that officially reintroduces them as rehabilitated and constructive citizens. They stand before their own people and apologize. They’re given a certificate of rehabilitation signed by the governor.

So what makes this better than American standards of imprisonment? Well, the concept of rehabilitation for starters. American jails are so over-crowded and teeming with corruption that inmates don’t find it difficult to operate on the inside as they did on the outside. Gangs, drugs, gambling, murder, etc. It’s all there. Some, but not all prisons, incorporate real rehabilitation tactics, but for the most part, inmates are left to their own devices. Left to rot in cells, given an hour of outside time per week; they sit on their asses and do their time. When they’re released, a good deal of inmates return in a short period of time. Having learned nothing, they leave to make the same mistakes again. It’s a horrible vicious cycle.

If prison in the Philippines is so much fun, why then wouldn’t everyone want to go? Yeah, they dance, and it looks like a lot of fun, but you have to remember, they’re still imprisoned. They have their cells, they have their routine, they have visiting hours, no money, no gangs, and lots of rules. So no, it’s probably not all that much fun. The point is, that dance is a much better alternative to military marches and it makes better people. Dance is good for the soul. Why not give inmates a second chance? Isn’t that why American prisoners are released to begin with? Go back out into the real world, make a better life. The definition of “rehabilitate” is thus: restore (someone) to health or normal life by training and therapy after imprisonment, addiction, or illness : helping to rehabilitate former criminals. Does this sound like what we do in America? Not really.

Now, there’s nothing wrong with wanting to live on the fringe, but when people steal, murder, abuse children, and break the law, there should be some form of retribution. They should make amends. Thus, the prison system. Do the crime, do the time. So why not take this opportunity to re-mold people into working parts of society? People who contribute, are better educated, and repentant? Why not teach people to learn from their mistakes and give them the skills necessarily to avoid repeating them? If dance is what it takes, then why not?

I could go into a long diatribe about why the American prison system is faulty, but I’m sure you already know. It doesn’t work. It hasn’t ever worked. So why then wouldn’t we change the way we do things? The answer: Money and greed. The usual suspects. Prison is a high yielding cash cow. Uniforms, food, security systems, etc. Lots of big business goes into fueling capturing and keeping the hundreds of thousands of inmates across the country. What would happen if the prison system actually worked and we had less inmates to care for? Maybe half the amount we have now? How many companies would lose money? If you really think about, it’s pretty sick. But then again, what country do you think this is? What would happen if we actually educated prisoners, taught them new skills, addressed the problems that got them incarcerated to begin with, and actually released citizens that could work, take care of their families, be parts of their community, and take care of themselves? It’s not about re-building good little citizens that follow the rules like robots. It’s about turning their lives around. For them, for their community, for their families, for themselves, for the world! Imagine…what would happen if all prisons operated the way the CPDRC does. Would the world be a better place? Maybe. Maybe just a little.

A selection of videos are available online via YouTube – compiled by a CPDRC security consultant by the name of Byron Garcia.

WALL-E, Movies, and More

The weekend’s not over yet, but already, it’s been the most pleasant weekend ever.

On Friday, we braved the crowds and saw WALL-E. What can I say? It was beautiful and splendid and poignant and important and hopeful. I don’t know how Pixar (time and time again) is able to hit the nail on the head so effectively with each film they create. Each time they raise the bar leaving me stunned and amazed and my eyes full of wonder. I won’t go into details (in case you haven’t seen it) but I think it’s one of the most important movies to come out in a long time. Technically, it’s superior to anything that’s ever been seen. Emotionally, it’s deep and heartfelt. Socially, it’s responsible; shouting out from the rooftops, taking chances, soap-boxing, and lovable. It makes some important statements about the world we live in and the people that inhabit the planet. It weaves a glorious tale about loneliness, love, friendship, social responsibility, lethargy, and ultimately…hope. Oh, I loved it. I absolutely loved it. I cried like a baby through most fo the film. I’ll probably go see it again this week. We’ve been listening to the soundtrack almost non-stop since Friday. I hate Micheal Crawford and I’ve never seen Hello Dolly!, but I’m loving “Put On Your Sunday Clothes” like nobody’s business! And what’s even MORE better is that Disney is coming out with some pretty cool WALL-E merch this Summer:

Programmable WALL-E Robot:

I want.

Last night my boyfriend and I went to a new “underground” movie event in Los Angeles called “Angel City Drive-In“. It’s not uber-popular yet, but like Cinespia’s Cemetery Screenings, it will be. We attended a showing of Breakfast at Tiffany’s; a movie that if it’s showing somewhere in L.A., I’ll be there; you know, cause I love it so much.

Angel City Drive-In seems to have been around for about six months. It’s located in a dingy part of Downtown Los Angeles on a parking garage rooftop. Early sources indicated that it was difficult to locate, but it really wasn’t. Not if you know Downtown a little. Up there, they’ve set up a gigantic inflatable screen, a section of astro-turf for people who want to sit outside, and a rinky-dink concessions stand that serves hot dogs, candy and soda. We parked up close and hung out as the sun went down. I made a picnic dinner with marinated Portobello mushroom and veggies sandwiches, , jicama salsa salad (yum!), and vegan brownies. We washed it down with French lemonade and snacked on carrots and celery dipped in homemade garlic/dill dip (made with Kefir cheese and vegan mayo). Oh, it was so good. Eating good food with the man I love, watching one of my favorite movies at a DIY drive-in in Downtown Los Angeles…does life get any better?

Afterward, we took a short detour and walked around China Town to view the newly renovated neon lighting. Gone for several decades, the neon lights once lined the rooftops of China Town’s historic shops in the Central Plaza. And now they’re back. We got there as everything was closing up. Earlier in the day, China Town celebrated it’s 70th anniversary with a big band, dancing, food, drink, and a costume contest. It would have been fun to check it out, but I’d only heard about the neon lights that same day and we already had plans to see Breakfast at Tiffany’s.

Tonight we’re seeing yet another movie at the Aero Theater in Santa Monica. What a Way To Go! with Shirley Maclaine. What a delightful movie. Another favorite. I just love watching my old favorites on the big screen and will attend whichever ones I can. I wish I could explain what I like so much about seeing these old films on the big screen. Perhaps it’s about pretending it’s the 60′s and I’m seeing it for the first time. Perhaps it’s about being surrounded with people who “get it” and appreciate movies the way I do. There’s something pure and whimsical about seeing old movies in a real theater, getting out, dressing up the way people did, having a night on the town, and watching movies the way they were intended to be seen.

This is one of those weekends that makes me glad to live in Los Angeles, happy to be in a pretty amazing relationship, grateful for the internet keeping me abreast of activities, and glad I can cook.

Pasadena: Really Really FREE Market

I read about Really Really Free Markets about a year ago. I thought, what an awesome idea! What a shit-ton of work! Thus, I thought about it, but never actually built up the gumption to actually hold one. The idea is simple: Find a location, get people involved, give stuff away for free. No charge to the people giving, no charge to the people getting. People bring their old junk and give it away. Simple. It’s recycling. Easy. It’s the same concept as lugging all your junk to the Goodwill Store, except without the write-off. In this method, you give things away to people who really need and want them. Think about it, a low-income family could show up and it would be like Christmas! Free stuff, all you can carry! It’s about community and it’s about sharing. How great is that? What a nice way to save the planet and help the people.

Come on out to the Pasadena Really, Really Free Market.
June 28 from 8 AM – 1 PM, in the parking lot of the Bresee Church of the Nazarene – 1480 East Washington Blvd.

Come and take whatever you like – for free
Have stuff you want to share for free – bring it and bless other people.

The RRFM: Because you mean more than money.

(this is the second post for the RRFM – the last post probably expired already. If you’re already coming… Awesome!)

Want to come early and help set up? Want to stay late and help tear down? Give the church office a call: 626-797-1129.

Bored and Hot

It’s too hot to concentrate on anything. I try, but then I find myself easily distracted. I’ve been getting over a nasty flu and still feel a bit fluffy headed. This flu in particular knocked me out for two days bed-ridden and then I felt better. Well enough to go to Disneyland, but I ended up relapsing and was bed-ridden for another two days. Both times I had a slight temperature and now I’m working on ditching a lingering cough.

The highlights of the last 3 weeks haven’t been all that noteworthy. I guess. We got the trees trimmed and had the guys pulled out EIGHT trees from the front yard. Dude. Eight trees! Most of which were horrible tasting grapefruits. Try to imagine a fruit that tastes like lemon, grapefruit, and foot. So we got rid of them all. I intend on planting fruit we’ll actually eat: peaches, apples, oranges…not eight, maybe four. The apricots came and went. I’d planned on making jam but because I felt so rotten, so went the apricots. The plums are in. Let’s see if I can actually get off my ass and make something out of that. Plum jam? Where’s my apron?

I haven’t been well enough to work and have been pretty bored. Now that it’s blazing hot, my energy and inertia are at an all time low. Other than that, this Summer promises to be rather entertaining. I’m looking forward to Wall-E, I’m taking a composting workshop at Griffith Park in a few weeks, the outdoor movies have started and I’ve got tickets to see Breakfast at Tiffany’s at the Angel City Drive-In. The new Firefox came out and has rendered my professional website totally useless. Which reminds me, I need to write a strongly worded letter to the company and complain. Comic-Con is next month and we’ve got tickets. No hotel, but we’ve got tickets. We might sleep in the car, but we’ll get in to the convention.

I should just publish this and be done with it. I’m even boring myself.

Peter Murphy – House of Blues – June 5th

You know when the Beatles played the Ed Sullivan show and the camera pans out to the crowd and the teenage girls are just going absolutely bonkers? That’s kind of what I felt like last night at the Peter Murphy concert.

Still getting over a wicked flu, I couldn’t miss Peter and bought a ticket. I’m trying to think of when I first discovered Peter Murphy. I discovered Bauhaus in 1987 – that would be 7th grade. I know this because when I was cleaning out my garage, I found my Junior High school folder and it had the word “Bowhouse” written on it. LOL. How embarrassing. I guess I didn’t really get into Peter’s solo stuff until Love Hysteria, which I recall knowing about, but not owning. I was poor, you see. I think a friend had it. The deal, however, wasn’t sealed until the single “Strange Kind of Love” came out in 1990. This song is one of two songs I recall hearing for the first time in my Dad’s van. Dad’s van, you see, had the only radio that picked up KROQ all the way from far off Los Angeles. I’d sit in the driver’s seat and listen to radio that barely came in. And through the fuzz and noise, I heard it. Oh, how I loved it. Shortly thereafter, I saw the video on MTV’s 120 Minutes (RIP) and that was it. I would love Peter Murphy for the rest of my life.

And I have. Every time I see him, I feel like a teenager. Last night at the show, I was dancing in the crowd, screaming my head off, waving my hands, and acting like a fanatic. Unfortunately, the crowd on the whole was pretty lame. I got there early and for a second I thought I’d shown up the wrong night. I sort of expected to see people I hadn’t seen in years, the old crowd, the old schoolers. Hardly. A mixed bag of old people and industry people. Slowly, but surely, the cool people flowed in and I felt a little safer. Still, it wasn’t half of what I expected. I couldn’t help but wonder why. I mean, back in the day, Peter Murphy was the end all be all. To Goths, he was our patron saint. So what happened and where was everyone? Or was that everyone, just older and fatter? It made me really sad. To think, here were all these older Goths, not Goth anymore, aging. So it made me feel old.

I’ve managed to maintain some semblance of Goth into my 30′s – which means I’ve already beat the system. I never looked at Goth as a “phase”. It was always something I belonged to and made part of who I am. Sure I hardly club anymore and I certainly don’t wear black lipstick anymore, but the fundamental elements of Goth are still very much a part of my life. I guess it’s not that way for a lot of people. Seems a lot of people use it as a temporary rebellion and then fade back into the crowd when they “get too old” for it. Oh well. Their loss. Losers.

As I momentarily step off my soap-box…Peter Murphy never-ever-in-a-million-years disappoints. He’s always good, he’s always sexy, and he always sings his heart out. There were a handful of people in the crowd that knew all the words to the songs and danced the way I danced. A couple next to me were zealous and joyful. We’d exchange glances and smiles knowing that no matter what, Peter was still our patron saint and always would be.

Look what my iPhone can do!

The Apricots of Wrath

The apricots are in!

This morning as I was making my coffee, I looked out the window and there they were. Delicious little orange rounds hanging from the tree. I realized at once that the squirrels are quick harvesters and dragged my boyfriend out to the yard so we could beat them to the punch. Last year we missed out on the plum harvest because the squirrels got to them first. I wouldn’t be beat this year. I fully intend to make apricot jam and dehydrate whatever’s left. The plums will be in pretty soon too. I’m gonna be a jamming fool! Of course, I’ve never made jam, but people have been doing it for hundreds of years. How hard can it be?

The apricot harvest!