Thursday, July 10, 2014

Science Fiction, Frontiers and Second Sons

I love reading science fiction, and much of the genre deals with 'frontier' issues.  That is, people moving out into uninhabited planets.  In science fiction, often for reasons people came to the US: Opportunity, religious freedom, etc.

I know I've heard, peripherally, some discussion of what it meant when we were a frontier society.  And how that has changed as we expanded to the limit, and the frontiers closed.  A frontier was a place where people could have opportunities unavailable back home.  In our own history, that's part of what the second sons of Europe did...the ones who were never going to inherit (what with the law of primogeniture and all that.  It's different in societies, like Afghanistan, where the sons are expected to split the inheritance entirely.  Causes problems all its own, as the land they inherit keeps getting smaller.)

Anyways.  I wonder, sometimes, if the class wars of today are related to that.  Talented people don't have as many opportunities, because they have to advance within an already established system.  One where they start out disadvantaged to begin with.

The American dream is tied to that notion - the idea that hard work and talent can get you somewhere, regardless of who you were back in the Old World.

I don't think the closing of the frontier, in and of itself, means that the dream is dead.  But...

Well, it's kind of like a discussion I had with someone in Afghanistan about water usage.  Water is pretty scarce over there, and some of the so-called 'squatters' were basically the disadvantaged (i.e. people with little access to the crucial water necessary for farming) finding creative ways to succeed.  Creative, and perhaps not quite legal, of course.  Anyways.  I was talking with a hydrologist, working with USAID, and he insisted that there really was enough water to go around.  It's just that the Afghans had to cooperate and work together to portion it out appropriately.  The people up river couldn't be planting crops that required a lot of water, since it didn't leave as much for those downstream.  Management was important - and practically impossible in a society with little reason to cooperate. 

They had a history of zero-sum games w/regards to water, and the ones who 'won' and had access had no reason to limit themselves for the sake of the losers who didn't.

To bring this back to America, and class warfare - the winners of our system see no reason to limit themselves for the sake of everyone else.  (And, with the set of beliefs allowing them to feel like they earned and deserve their status, they feel unfairly put upon when others argue they should.) 

Yet, at the end of the day, there are still a LOT of disadvantaged people who just don't have the opportunities that used to be available. 

It's hard to address the problem when the winners aren't even willing to admit that there IS a problem.

This.

http://www.foreignpolicy.com/articles/2014/07/10/people_power_human_security_iraq

Tuesday, July 1, 2014

Background, Musings, Career, Etc.

When I was first starting out in the Army, a young lieutenant getting ready to take her first platoon, I was given a lot of advice.  I discovered that you have to sort it all out, and figure out what advice really applies to you.

I know it's cliche to say "the older I grow, the less I know"...but in many ways its true.  I feel like I can find all sorts of advice on what to do next, where to go, but I have to sort it out for myself to figure out what applies.

Since it's been years since I blogged, and who knows who is reading this, a bit of background information is in order.

I completed ROTC, earned a Bachelor's in Political Science, and joined the Army back in 2000.  I started out in Air Defense Artillery, with the Patriot Missile System down in Ft. Bliss, Texas.  I switched to Military Intelligence, and worked in Ft. Huachuca, Arizona.  I deployed to Iraq from about Oct 2004 to Nov 2005, then left the Army.  Went back to Iraq as a contractor from 2006 to May 2007.  Spent a couple of years earning my Master's in Public Affairs, while staying close to home when my mother was diagnosed with cancer.  She passed away my final semester of college, and when I graduated I took a job with the Human Terrain Team in Afghanistan.

When I made it home the last time, I decided it was time to find a stateside career.  About two years ago I took a job at a distribution center for a large multi-national company.  It's been - interesting.  Warehouse management was more intricate than I expected.  We are in the midst of changing our warehouse management system (hence all the long hours) and it's been keeping me busy.

However.

Now that we're figuring out the last few kinks to the new system, my current job seems a little...

Dull.

I think it's time to move on.  I'm beginning to get itchy feet, to feel like I've learned about as much as I can in my current role.  I've been managing about 40 employees (full time associates and contract labor from temp agencies) responsible for picking and packing our shipments on a daily basis.  The last few months, I've been involved with testing out and developing our new warehouse management system.  It's actually kind of interesting, to see what all goes into it.  How many things can go wrong, if it's not configured right.  But the project is winding down, we're beginning to get back to our daily routine, and it no longer feels like enough.

So what next?

I feel a bit at loose ends.  I'm doing well here, I can probably find another job within the same company.  A step up, maybe.  (Of course, then I would have to sell the house I just bought.  Or rent it out or something.  And I kind of like it here, so I'm not entirely happy at the thought of moving again.)

I could wait it out, until the Operations Manager and/or Plant Manager move on, and try to find a job here.  (Though who knows when that will happen, or whether I would get the job in the first place.)

I could apply for other jobs locally, though I rather like my company and don't really want to leave.

Or...

Or what?  I earned a degree in Public Affairs for a reason.  I care, deeply, about policy and the decisions we make.  It matters.  Serving in Iraq, especially, convinced me that having good policies matters.  When policies are bad, it's awful.

Sometimes I think I should make yet another career change, really focus on getting a job with some sort of think tank in DC.  Or try getting involved with a political party.

But...

I don't want to.  It doesn't quite feel right.  I mentioned the book Hope for the Flowers before, and it feels too much like I'm trying to climb the caterpillar pillar.  I don't want to pretend I agree with a political party just to work my way up within its ranks - and frankly, I couldn't support and participate with either party without such a pretence.

And as for think tanks - I would have to spend a heckuva lot of time networking, to get there.  Or do an internship, and I'm getting a bit too old and require a bit more stability than that.  (Besides, I don't think I want to go to a DC think tank.  That just perpetuates the DC bubble.  Why DON'T we have think tanks located in the heart of Americana?  I know, I know.  They all want to be near the source of power.  Decision making.  And they can network with all the other agencies drawn to the same thing. To get that, you need to be in places like DC.  Or New York.  But then you get so focused on that singular location that you miss out on everything else.)

Meh.  I find myself praying for a miracle.  Then resent feeling dependent on some sort of Deus Ex Machina.

(Why? - Any story that relies on one is sloppy.  Even though this is the real world, it still feels wrong to rely on one.  Besides, I like to believe I control my destiny, and magical thinking doesn't help.

On the other hand, I know the world is a strange and crazy place, where the most logical conclusion doesn't always happen.  All you have to do is read a few military histories to realize that sometimes world history depends on little coincidental things.)