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<3 of the week: Noah and the Whale, happiness as an investment banker and a credit union in Borneo

1 Mar
 

Noah and the Whale
  • I’ve been spending a heap of time in cars listening to NPR’s tiny desk concerts. This week I loved Noah and the Whale. Here is the 11 mins of joy.
  • Study Hacks has written a piece on Lifestyle-Centric Career Planning (“Can I be happy as an investment banker”). I’m a big fan of his philosophy, having seen a few people go through this kind of life change. He says - “The goal of my career philosophy is to craft a remarkable working life. A vision for a life well-lived tends to be broad and ambiguous — touching on major distinctions in lifestyle not specific industries or types of work. These are statements of values not commitments to economic sectors.”
  • And finally for those who want to learn a little about the Credit Union Keling Kumang that I am working with here in Borneo,  I have written about it here.

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Image: Some rights reserved by Ian and Helen

Why are people with mobile phones still using kerosene for light?

27 Feb

Kerosene Lamp in India

Reprinted, with thanks to the Fifth Estate. See the original version here.

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We’ve heard it all before. The developing world, they are so poor. They live in the dark. They have no other options.

But is this really true?

I’ve been travelling across some of the poorest countries in the  Asia-Pacific with Good Return and everywhere I go I see people with poor-quality light. People using wood fires.

And this isn’t unusual – almost 40 per cent of the world’s population rely on some form of biomass for cooking and heating and 20 per cent have no access to electricity. And yet another 15 per cent only have access to unreliable electricity networks.

But many of the people I’ve seen are also riding motor bikes, using top-quality shampoo and laundry detergent, and are talking on mobile phones.

The International Telecommunications Union stated that by the end of 2011, five billion people worldwide had mobile phones – and the coverage rate in the developing world was 79 per cent.

Which means there are people using kerosene for light and wood for fires, but mobiles for communication.

And actually, there are a significant number of people like this.

How has this happened?

I’ve read over and over that there are three main issues associated with energy poverty; three issues which standards groups, certifications schemes, Clean Development Mechanism schemes, donor funds and entire research centres have spent years working on: access to information, access to after-sales service and access to finance.

But didn’t people face these same barriers before they bought a mobile phone?

Perhaps a few answers

I know people are not happy with their kerosene light and wood fires. But when I spoke to my investment banker brother he was clear: “The benefits of the change do not outweigh the costs.”

Perhaps people do not understand the benefits – maybe because marketers keep focusing on payback. (And tell me, what exactly is the payback on expensive shampoo?)

Perhaps the quality of products is the issue, as found in this highly sceptical GTZ report of solar lanterns

Or maybe a person’s life just doesn’t change enough when they make the switch to good quality light or smokeless stoves –  and so people are just making do until they are reached by more reliable, cheaper sources of modern energy.

A year of sustainable energy for all

This year is the UN’s International Year of Sustainable Energy for All

Over the next year I plan to contribute articles to The Fifth Estate about some of the answers the best companies and organisations have found – from energy companies, to microfinance institutions, to investors, to local entrepreneurs.

May it truly be a year of sustainable energy for all.

<3 of the week: A guest post

23 Feb

Kids from the quarry in India

More from the project I have been working on in India:

It is midnight in Bangalore but out in the quarries a few huts now have light.

We picked up the solar systems and headed out to the quarry at about 4:30 today. It was chaotic! One of the key problems was that we only had managed to get one screw driver, lacking a translator did not help much either. Both of the quarry workers who had been trained on the systems on Monday left to go back to Tamil Nadu. There were three of us, one screw driver and 10 solar kits to be assembled.

We had made some progress towards working out which kit belonged to who when there was an explosion nearby. It was blasting time at the quarries! Over the next 5 minutes there was a migration to the shop, which is covered by a metal roof, to provide some shelter for us and the kits. Putting together the kits with only one screwdriver takes time and curious kids do not speed up the process but the solar panels were cradled like a small child. The sun was setting but for once this was not a problem as we had light!

With the sun set and the lights set up we went for a bit of a wander through the huts to see what was going on. It was about dinner time and Aimee and Rachel found a family with some light. The mother was breast feeding with the radio blaring. We were then dragged around by some kids who took us to every place that had light then being invited in to admire. They were so excited!

We sold another five systems tonight and it was a bit tough to collect names in the dark. We were sorting out orders in a hut basically because it had light. It is a bit hard to describe but the best place to do this was in a small thatch leave hut because we could all see what we were doing.

Electricity seems like such a small thing until it has been given to someone. Before we left some of the women were talking about televisions and bug zappers (very had to communicate through mime).

Rachel described tonight as magical. With a few huts glowing it really was.

We never know the seeds we plant (or, lighting up a corner of India)

5 Feb

Kerosene lamp in the quarry community

I have been thinking about this quote from Lederach’s “The Poetic Unfolding of the Human Spirit”.

After three decades of work I had noticed that the most interesting peacebuilding emerged spontaneously, and seemed to have little to do with all our peacebuilding work. Was this work worth it?

He then talks about a short meeting he had with a group of Colombians, where thoughts were scribbled out on paper napkins. He finds out 20 years later that these napkins planted the seeds of a significant non-violent peacebuilding campaign.

I can hardly compare my work to peacebuilding, but I can relate to the spontaneity of progress.

For the last year I have been feeling around in the dark.

My current life is best described as a series of conversations, and my deliverables amount to “make something happen”. It feels like a long way from the technical-heavy, deliverable-driven world of corporate engineering I left behind.

I’m making it up as I go, and I have no idea whether what I am doing will end up being useful or not.

Occasionally however, a light clearly shines through.

An example of the solar lighting kit

I’ve been working on a project with my cousin’s charity – the 40k Foundation – over the last few months. The illegal quarry community which he built a school for has no access to electricity. I went to India in October to take a look and see whether solar would be suitable.

This week the ever-brilliant Jamie and 40k team went back and really did make something happen – organising sales, loans and training.

A conversation scribbled out over paper napkins, so to speak, ended in a place I would never have imagined.

We never know the outcomes of our actions.

We never know the seeds we plant.

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* For those interested in the tech-y details – how the loans will work, hours of operation, wattages of the lights we picked etc etc and more etc – email me for the low down

** None of this would have happened without the rest of the 40k team – special thanks to the ever-resourceful Rachel, as well as Grif and Clary.

On asking for directions

27 Nov

My last couple of weeks in Bangalore taught me a few things about Indians.

Most interestingly, no one in Bangalore appears to know anything about any location more than a few kilometres outside of their current position. They don’t understand maps, nor have they heard of any of the landmarks mentioned as “major”.

This however, is much less of a problem than one might think. Everyone here appears to be used to asking and giving directions. A friend hilariously pointed out that “9 out of 10 people asking for directions in New York are Indians”.

Whenever I want to get somewhere I just call the person at my destination and hand the phone over the auto-rickshaw driver.

And then smile at the subsequent 5 minute conversation.

Crazy behaviour

Now I might think it is a bit crazy, but the Indians apparently think I am crazy for thinking a cup of strong coffee in the evening might keep me up at night. Or that a cold shower in the morning is better than no shower at all.

(You’ll get sick! And then when I do, with any disease – “See! It’s those cold showers!”)

I’ve been collecting these random bits of information – things which people continue to believe despite evidence to the contrary, like:

The stories we tell ourselves

These examples are interesting to me because they make up part of the story we tell ourselves of our lives. That we are being good to our kids by not giving them sugar. And being healthy by not eating saturated fats.

They remind me about how much we live our lives on auto-pilot – acting as we have been born and taught to act – most of the time without even realising.

I love this perfect example, of a woman who used to cut off the corner of her meat before placing it in a baking dish. She never thought about why. Turned out she’d been taught by her mother to do that because her mother’s baking dish was too small to fit the entire piece of meat.

I’ve been of two minds about all this for some time now. Perhaps we just don’t have a choice about running on auto-pilot. Perhaps genetics plays more of a significant role than we would like to admit. Or maybe it’s just that with many significant life decisions, we often don’t get a second chance.

This article about the work of a prominent neuro-scientist certainly put a new spin on all of this for me –

If our sense of control is built on an unreliable account from automatic brain processes, how much control do we really have? Are there thresholds of responsibility, for instance, that can be determined by studying neural circuits?

Woah, hold up.

Now we have a neuroscientist telling us we can’t be responsible for our own actions?

Not quite. He has his own, non-scientific take:

Like generosity and pettiness, like love and suspiciousness, responsibility is what he calls a “strongly emergent” property — a property that, though derived from biological mechanisms, is fundamentally distinct and obeys different laws, as do ice and water.

Moral to this story?

The philosophy and science behind our actions are interesting, for sure. And should continue to be pursued. But they still do not provide us with an excuse for not taking responsibility for our lives.

So until we can be sure, I’m going to keep questioning – asking (and looking) for direction!

So, what exactly is it that you are doing in India?

6 Nov

Um, so India has been a bit of a side trip.

Not that this whole year hasn’t been a bit of a side trip, but this was an unexpected side trip.

It all started with this 40 year mission thing I’ve been talking about.

Actually it really all started on Christmas Day of this year, when my father introduced me to my distant cousin Clary and his charity, the 40k foundation.

(Totally unrelated to the 40 year thing, but I must admit it is all turning into quite a nice little story arc).

So then Clary introduced me to the brilliant Jamie, who then became my great friend, who then technically reintroduced me to Clary.

I wrote to Jamie asking him what he thought I should do with my $10K.

“Why not try to bring electricity to the community Clary is working with in India?”

“Yes, why not?” a voice in my head thought. “I could have a go at least. It is what I’ve been trying to do all year.”

And then I said it out loud.

I’d negotiated 2 months off from my position with Good Return to spend time in San Francisco undertaking the sorts of activities that a normal person of my age would be undertaking whilst on holiday.

(Surfing, kayaking, attending a wedding, picking up a boyfriend, you know, all that).

But then some logistical issues involving the wet season in Nepal and some super advanced engineering courses meant my 2 months was going to be cut down to 5 weeks. Which meant I had three weeks left to not be in San Francisco.

And so here I am.

I must admit I’m still really trying to figure out what it is that I’m doing here.

I’ve been lost in more places in Banglaore than I’ve been found. I’ve ripped my pants wide open. Walked into a glass door so hard it gave me a lump for a week. Broke my kindle. Picked up traveller’s diarrhea. Beaten myself up over feeling bad about any of this considering how easy my life is, really.

And been lonely as all hell. (Not so silent thank you to the ever relevant Rumi.)

All I can do is hope that all this is even vaguely worthwhile for a small community I’ve seen, no more than an hour from the Times Square-esque road I sit on now.

One with no rights to land on which they live. No electricity. No running water in their houses. No toilets.

And huge laughs as they watched me feebly use their hammer to manually break granite, as they do, in their quarry.

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