Depuis plusieurs années, l'État québécois se délaisse de services publics. Les politiques fiscales ont toutes été orientées vers un allégement de l'impôt, principalement pour les entreprises et les plus fortunés. Le résultat est un panier de services amoché. Certains envisagent la philanthropie comme alternative, notamment dans les soins aux aînés. Est-ce une alternative acceptable?

#Etat #FinancesPubliques #OrganismesCommunautaires #Philanthropie #ServicesPublics

Avec comme titre Soins aux aînés : quand l’État flanche, le rôle crucial de la philanthropie, la docteure en sociologie Diane Alalouf-Hall et le professeur également en sociologie Jean-Marc Fontan prône une meilleure collaboration entre le gouvernement et les fondations philanthropiques qui sont de plus en plus sollicitées par les organismes communautaires pour réussir à maintenir leurs services.

Leur article fait part du fait que le financement public québécois en matière de santé et de services sociaux privilégie les institutions publiques tels les hôpitaux et les CHSLD, au détriment du financement des services à domicile, ce qui est en contradiction avec la volonté gouvernementale de les augmenter.

Ayant constaté que peu de fondations soutiennent les organismes communautaires qui font du soin à domicile, Diane Alalouf-Hall et Jean-Marc Fontan souhaitent un changement de culture qui permettrait de «repositionner le secteur philanthropique afin que ce dernier intervienne de façon plus importante pour la « cause aînée ».»

Selon les données les plus récentes de l'Institut de la statistique du Québec publiées en décembre dernier, données qui datent de 2018 (voir tableau ci-dessous), ce sont les dons religieux qui reçoivent la plus grande part des dons en argent aux organismes de bienfaisance au Québec, avec 31% des dons, suivis des dons en santé, près de 24%, puis des dons dans le secteur des services sociaux, 15,6%.

Les fondations philanthropiques œuvrant en santé peuvent se réjouir du fait que c'est le statu quo à la suite de la création de Santé Québec. Autrement dit, elles vont pouvoir continuer à financer les projets prioritaires de chaque établissements en santé qui nécessitent un soutien philanthropique.

Bref, les établissements hospitaliers vont, comme avant, recevoir la part du lion du financement de la santé à la fois par l’État et par le biais de la philanthropie.

Le nombre de donnateur·trice·s diminue, mais le total des dons philanthropiques augmente. Ça veut dire que les personnes ayant des revenus élevés donnent davantage, possiblement dans le cadre d'une stratégie fiscale.

Imagine Canada, un organisme caritatif dont la cause est l’ensemble des organismes de bienfaisance canadiens, se plaignait récemment du fait que dans son Budget 2024, le gouvernement fédéral réduit la valeur des mesures en place pour encourager les dons aux organismes de bienfaisance enregistrés.

Pour ma part, je dirais que le vrai risque, ce fut d’abord que le gouvernement du Québec ait cédé des missions de l'État à des organismes communautaires, en plus de ne pas leur avoir donné les moyens de remplir pleinement ces missions.

Je suis assez réaliste pour savoir qu’un retour en arrière serait très difficile. Je comprendrais les organismes communautaires qui ont développé une expertise précieuse de s’y opposer.

Par contre, les fondations philanthropiques ne devraient pas être la solution au manque à gagner dû au désistement de l'État québécois.

Hélas, on tend de plus en plus vers ce pis-aller.

Surprisingly not one of their more popular songs. But in my opinion, this is one of the best song they've written. Love how it starts and ends. This is another one that needs to listened to, from start to finish.

There are eight billion people in this world Eight billion lives are changing Never felt so alone

Would you consider me in spite of this? I'm always the one who loses Would you make me better?

How? (How?) How? (How?) How will we make this work? Why (why) do you have to be so far?

It's all clear now I'm gonna keep you Like flowing water into forever

That look is all I need to get by Like living in some illusion I never felt so alive

I know that there will be flaws around us The silly wars that we'll be fighting Yes, I'll be fighting

How? (How?) How? (How?) How will we make this work? Why (why) do you have to be so far?

It's all clear now I'm gonna keep you Like flowing water into forever

It's all clear now I'm gonna keep you Like flowing water into forever Into forever Now I'll be the one who holds you, dear

There are eight billion people in this world Eight billion lives are changing And you're the one I need ♪ ♫ ♪

#Hale

Mark Kauzlarich for Hodinkee:

On the reverse side, I was almost more impressed. The front looks like the movement is essentially completely suspended in mid-air, but on the back, you can see that a decent amount of the mainplate work remained. It shows how carefully Grand Seiko has decided what parts to remove for the most dramatic effect. While the skeletonized bridges on the front show off the technical finishing skill you can see in things like the Credor Eichi II, the back feels more like Grand Seiko's last 64 years of horological innovation, with the double barrel power reserve running in parallel.

Seeing the new CW Twelve X, a skeletonized release from Moser, and now the GS Kodo Daybreak, I’m wondering if 2024 is the year we see a return to finely finished skeletonized watches.

Going to this concert was spontaneous. A friend said he was going and I had time. I was keen on seeing Escuela Grind. So I ordered a ticket some days before the concert. And the last one was ~5 weeks ago, so it was about time. 😅

Death Crusade, a Band from Poland. We watched them from the back. I liked the instrumental parts, but the vocals were too uninflected. For the last song, the Rotten Sound Singer came on the stage and sang some parts. Which had a nice touch to it.

Escuela Grind, they played like nothing else. It was a great concert and I had a lot of fun watching them. They are playing their ass off and you see and feel it. Despite some bad news I've read, they did an excellent concert and ended too soon. The last song they played was “one more song” after the audience screamed for more, and it had clean vocals in it. I don't know how to feel about it. Sounded strange. But ok. To each their own. It seemed all had fun, and this is the most important thing.

Rotten Sound, quite an institution. I had a lot of fun watching these veterans. Sadly, for my taste, they played a bit too long. Maybe it was the heat in the club. It was really hot in there, and you got sweaty just from standing. But you saw that they had fun playing, which I liked. 😊

According to my calendar, the next concert will be Asinhell on 18.09. in Berlin. 🤘

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Back in 1997 I picked up a copy of the first Diablo game. I didn't get it on release and I'm not entirely sure how I learned about it because I wasn't heavily involved in any sort of gaming save for the occasional BBS door game or whatever shovelware I happened to come across. I also don't recall where I purchased it. It seems likely that it was from one of a handful of mom and pop software shops in the area.

I believe my copy still exists, save for maybe the CD. I think the box is still at my parents' house somewhere. I remember the instruction book that came with it fondly. I would carry it to school with me and read it repeatedly. I spent time sketching the various monsters that I saw in the book. I even used the names of the demons as my username in a few instances. I was enamored.

I think I only beat the game a single time. I often made it near the hell levels but never quite much further than that because my builds weren't the best. I quite enjoyed the loot slot machine and the dark atmosphere. I also remember the fright that the Butcher gave me (and countless other players, I'm sure). A couple of years later I discovered some character editors and really enjoyed making ridiculously overpowered characters just to see what was possible.

When Diablo II came out, I was quite excited. I heard about its release a little late because I wasn't in the country at the time. I was traveling abroad on an exchange program. I managed to acquire a copy probably 3 or so years after its release. The game was just as fun as its predecessor but the online component really hooked me. I fell into the diabloii.net community and that's where I learned about hardcore play.

I started rolling hardcore characters and interacting with the banana community from that now-defunct forum. I never made it to the top of the ladder or finished the game more than a couple of times but I built fond memories with the community and the loot flowed freely. I played like this on and off for several years, rediscovering the game and community each time. Occasionally I would tinker with mods like Median XL but I mostly played vanilla.

When Diablo III came out, I wasn't very excited. It looked a lot like World of Warcraft. WoW was another game I enjoyed but its overall appearance and theme wasn't suitable for the world of Sanctuary. I wanted a darker, grittier experience. I waited a while after its release and tried to play it on the PlayStation 4. I found it to be generally boring. It lacked some of the magic that the previous titles held and I couldn't put my finger on it. The one feature I loved was the inclusion of an auction house which I believe was eventually removed. It made trading a little more safe. I probably didn't spend more than a dozen hours in the game as it simply didn't grab me like the others. I did, however, appreciate an encounter with the Butcher once again.

At this point, I tried Torchlight on the recommendation of some friends but found it to be lacking the same dark gritty feeling and loot chase of the first two games. It was no better than D3 in my mind. I would occasionally revisit D2 during this time but never stuck with it for very long.

Then came Diablo Immortal which was released with heavy criticism. I didn't hear about its release announcement once again until sometime after it was already out. Perhaps a year or so after its release I picked it up and tried it out. I found that it still had the cartoony appearance of WoW, although darkened a little with lower contrast. The character models still could've easily have been lifted from Stormwind. I also found its various systems of currencies and materials to be very confusing. Combine that with the mobile game cash grab tactics and I was displeased. I played this game for a few hours and moved on (although more recently I have revisited it just to see if it had changed).

During the gap between Diablo Immortal and Diablo IV, I played Path of Exile and Grim Dawn hoping that they would be the Diablo we never had. While both games proved to be fun in their own right, they weren't quite what I was looking for. PoE came closer to it than Grim Dawn but I just didn't manage to stick with either title.

Fast forward to today: Diablo IV recently came to Game Pass. I had loosely followed the Diablo IV release but didn't really care to play it because I was worried it would be another Diablo 3 or Immortal flop. Given that it was free for now, I figured I'd try it out. I'm glad I did because I am currently really enjoying this game.

At the time of writing my main character is only around level 23 or so and I haven't finished more than three of the main storyline quests. It's dark and gritty like the first two games. The loot drops feel really good and the fights aren't a slog most of the time. I'm playing with a controller on the Xbox but that's not been much of an impediment. It took me some time to learn a lot of the new things but there is so much to do in this game.

The icing on the cake for me was bumping into my old friend: the Butcher. I was in a dungeon and he arbitrarily spawned and scared me just as much as he did when I was a kid. After he beat me to death, I found myself grinning like an idiot. I was hooked. It has its own rough edges but I'll definitely be sinking more hours into Diablo 4. It feels almost like the game we should've had after Diablo 2.

My flip phone arrived, and just like that, I'm transported back to a different time. 😌

I love retro tech, but for a phone, I knew I needed something practical. So I was excited when I learned about the Sunbeam Horizon, a more modern flip phone with a touchscreen, weather, and offline navigation. The company was founded by Mennonites, interestingly enough, folks who have a healthy skepticism around technology and its impact on our lives.

Setup went smoothly, but it's been difficult to re-establish communication with my iPhone having friends. Messages appear to go to me, but they never arrive. I've had to proactively message friends and family, tell them that things aren't coming through, and troubleshoot. Usually, deleting the prior text thread and starting over will fix the problem, but it's been a real hassle. I doubt I'll ever use iMessage again, even if I go back to an iPhone.

My new phone was expensive, so I hope it lasts.

Patrick has named it “Flippy.” 😏 Here are some notes from the transition:

Smell the Flowers

We head out for a cup of coffee and I slip Flippy into my front jeans pocket. While P and I are chatting, I think of something I want to look up online, and I reach for my iPhone, but it's not there. Right. It occurs to me that it's not that important. By the time I get home, I've forgotten what my question was. But I do remember the pink roses on the cafe table. Scraps of overheard conversation. The damp chill of the morning air.

Later, I am working. An indicator light on top of my phone is glowing green. It looks like a tiny envelope. A missed text message? By the time I check my phone, there are two messages waiting. I hold down the text button and speak into my microphone to reply to one of them. The voice-to-text service punctuates the sentence correctly, including commas. Neato, I think.

POW!

I wake up and get out of bed. Flippy's outer screen is dark. No calls or texts came in during the night. Unsurprising. Before I get dressed, I flip the phone open and enter my pin. Two quick key presses later, I'm looking at live weather information. It's windy outside. I'll wear my warm hat, I think. I snap the phone closed. I like the snapping. POW. It feels like shutting a door. Like closing a book after you've looked up the information you need.

We're on the go, and we want to buy a squeegee for the shower. What time does the hardware store open? I open the Here Navigation app and search for 'Hardware.' The results are a simple text list, sorted by proximity. It's nothing fancy, but the store hours are right there. The hardware store isn't open yet, so we walk to Target. I close the cover. POW.

Neither Apple nor Google have any information about my location or what I've searched for. If my cell provider wants to know where I am, they'd have to triangulate my position off the towers.

I am a free agent today. It feels good.

Backup

I'm having a colonoscopy in a few hours, and I've been up since 2:30am drinking the devil's lemonade. I've memorized my health plan number, but I put it in the “notes” section of my flip phone in case I have a brain fart. I suspect there will be a great deal of farting today, regardless.

I throw my iPhone in my purse as backup. It has a cheap data plan on it ($39/yr) so I can use it for things like ride share or downloading e-tickets. P will call us a taxi later, so I probably won't need it, but it feels good to have the option on a stressful day.

The Good with the Bad

I take a photo of a menu posted outside a restaurant. The camera is a potato maker. The picture, blurry and small. I knew this going in, but it belatedly occurs to me that I've become immune to QR codes. My phone can't even read them, and it has no web browser. Not even a crummy one.

One sandwich spot downtown asks you to go to a website on your phone to input your table number after you sit down. The seats are like 10 feet from the counter, but walking a sandwich across the room requires a web 3.0 solution, apparently. I imagine holding up my flip phone like a sacred relic, watching faces melt like the bad guys in Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade.

Awake

We're at a coffee shop and the line is long. I eavesdrop on the gaggle of firemen waiting for their drinks. They've ordered foo-foo espressos, and this amuses me for some reason. I feel self conscious looking around, probably because everyone else is either talking to someone or staring at their phone. Who is this freak with her head up, curious about the world?

The coffee is good. Hot and foamy. I take a small paper notebook and pencil out of my back pocket to jot down a grocery list as P and I talk about what we need. It's surprisingly fast to work this way. No unlocking, swiping, opening, backspacing around. By the time we get to the store, I don't need the list. It's in my brain, but I check it anyway, not trusting myself.

Memory Returning

Is it just me, or is my brain starting to hold information more tightly? I'm more aware of the day of the week, when my next appointment is, and so on. My calendar is on my laptop, so when I look at it, I take note of the next few days. And I guess it's easier to remember things when you know there's a need to? I'm working on memorizing my library card number. My credit card number. Heck, my debit card pin. I'm always forgetting it.

It's a small thing, to not be so reliant on reminders. But I like it.

Feeling It

I am across town, waiting, and a sad song is playing. I'm thinking of my father. He was a music nerd, and I'm sure he would have loved this song. We never reconciled before he died, and I feel that old familiar ache. I feel sad, I think. But it's okay. The music brings him back to me, despite everything, and I find that I don't mind. It's been a while.

Later, I'm thinking about the places my mind goes when I'm not shoveling stimulus in front of it. The mind observes, and it wanders, and sometimes it takes me places I didn't expect. So too does my heart roam around, revealing an inner landscape. This is what I've been missing out on, I think.

Bye

The voice-to-text feature is so fast and easy that I've been using it to send texts. Only I keep reflexively saying “bye” at the end, then I have to go in and backspace over the word, because no one ends their texts with bye. P finds this hilarious. Now, I say “bye” and “dammit!” and end up backspacing over both words. I have no more emojis, and I miss my emojis, but you'll have to pry my flip phone out of my cold, dead hands.

Anyway, thanks for reading my blog post. I'm headed back into my novel, but I suppose I should check my email too, as I'm no longer notified of anything. New habits! I can't complain. This is all pretty fantastic.

Bye! Dammit.

Write.as has the option to add custom CSS and JS to the site. Write.as has also basic tracking for the posts and how they are performing. But it is just basic tracking and only for the last 30 days. So I wanted a bit more. For private projects, I use prisch.io. Which is privacy-friendly and hosted in Germany. I will try this out. If it is not working as expected, I will remove the script.

How can you implement such a script?

First, go to your pirsch.io Dashboard and click the + Icon on the top-right.

You will be asked between Client or Server implementation. Go to Client implementation and copy the script tag.

<script defer src="https://api.pirsch.io/pa.js"
    id="pianjs"
    data-code="YOUR_SITE_CODE"></script>

Now, transfer this HTML into JavaScript. Here we create a new element and add it to the document <head />.

// Add prisch tracking --- START
const script = document.createElement('script');
script.setAttribute('id', 'pianjs');
script.setAttribute('defer', true);
script.setAttribute('src', 'https://api.pirsch.io/pa.js');
script.setAttribute('data-code', 'YOUR_SITE_CODE');
document.head.appendChild(script);
// Add prisch tracking --- END

This snipped can be added to your write.as blog. Go to your write.as Dashboard and select the Customize Button. Here is an area where you can add custom JavaScript.

Hit “Save changes” and reload your blog. The script should now be added. :)

I hope this will help someone.

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Ik kreeg vandaag deze mail, hij zat per ongeluk in de spam box, maar dat heb je nou eenmaal vaak met Google AI.

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De brochure van voorbijgaande aard

Als ik mijn vers gekochte Merk X plank in vijf stukken breek dan met X sub plus de losse delen stukken losser week en daarna vier dagen in de X meta x00 emmer laat staan en wacht tot mijn X geduld pulp unit is vergaan dan kan ik meteen naar mijn centen fluiten en zo'n plankje kost me slechts een bom duiten. Vraag me niet hoe het kan, maar het is waar, ik heb er een brochure van.

Als ik deze in hardcover gebonden bladzijden bestudeer dan weet ik van alle belangrijke dingen 15% meer dan heb ik ongelooflijk veel succes in amper 234 blz. lezen tijd drie keer gelukkiger, 99% gezonder en tien keer zo rijk van een akelig ledig leventje naar al den dagen bommetje vol het kost me slechts een zelf gekakte gouden drol. Vraag me niet hoe het kan, maar het is waar, ik heb er een brochure van.

Met deze Super Pil kan ik vijftien keer langer leven dan normaal krijg ik oersterke zenuwen van het allerbeste staal spieren dik als kabels, de kracht van 1000 treinen en geen zaad op aard zal vitaler zijn dan de mijne ik heb dan een super beste ontzettende mega meester pik het kost maar amper meer dan mijn laatste snik. Vraag me niet hoe het kan, maar het is waar, ik heb er wel honderden brochures van.

Koop nu de Van Voorbijgaande Aard Super Pil. Vraag de brochure aan bij write.as/van-voorbijgaande-aard o.v.v. Super Pil.

Deze pil is fictief en biedt daarom geen volledige zekerheid op daadwerkelijk resultaat.

In het verleden behaalde resultaten met ander pillen graag vermelden aan VVA zodat wij indien nog mogelijk op dit medicament octrooi kunnen aanvragen, info. graag opsturen met gefingeerde onderzoeksresultaten, bij voorbaat dank.

Today I made a couple of new friends by just betting on their match and just hyping them up and having fun. Life really isn’t that hard. I also have a date soon with a cute girl, and I think we’re going to do something artsy.

R – 3 breaths

E – I am sleeping later and later each day, and I am waking up later to compensate.

S – I should start getting ready for bed around 11pm.

T – Go get ready to sleep.

Carta encontrada de forma casual, por un niño, mientras jugaba entre unos hierros tirados en un descampado urbano, antes de caer, hacerse una herida en la rodilla que le impidió abrir el sobre, y marcharse corriendo abandonando la carta. Esta a su vez fue encontrada por un agente de apoyo, que la remitió a uno de los apartados de correo secretos, de nuestra agencia.

Estimado hermano, hace tiempo que nada sabemos de ti en el monasterio. Todos recordamos tus amables visitas. Solías venir de forma intermitente. A veces, una vez cada trimestre, otras, las más de las veces, cada quince días. Incluso en algunas ocasiones, te dejabas caer entre nosotros un par de veces por semana. Aquí, todos recordamos las extensas conversaciones que manteníamos a media tarde, junto al pequeño claustro de nuestra santa casa, donde acostumbrabas a ilustrarnos con tu extensa sabiduría y, especialmente, donde nos reconfortabas espiritualmente. Todo, por culpa, de esa forma tan especial e indescriptible que tenías de narrar y de hablar casi en silencio, y que espero sigas teniendo, allá donde tus elocuentes y complejas diatribas hayan decidido acabar. Afortunadas las personas que ahora puedan gozar de tu mirada amplia, que todo lo alcanza y tu verbo creativo y, sobre todo, profundamente respetuoso con el mundo y todos los seres vivos, para nosotros, hijos de Dios, para ti, simplemente seres espirituales. Cuando empezaste a venir por aquí, surgieron muchas reticencias, especialmente tras nuestra primera conversación, cuando confesaste abiertamente tus dudas sobre la forma en que nosotros interpretábamos o creíamos en Nuestro Señor. En otros tiempos, hubiese supuesto una herejía de tal magnitud, que hubieras acabado en la hoguera, y nosotros mismos nos hubiéramos regocijado de tamaña barbaridad alentando a los verdugos o ejerciendo con saña ese papel. Incluso, puede que nosotros, simplemente por escucharte, a pesar de nuestra total discrepancia teológica y espiritual, habríamos sido también reducidos a ceniza, si algún disciplinado y ortodoxo hermano hubiese renunciado a seguir su instinto y su corazón, haciendo lo que debía hacer.

Pero a pesar de eso, nos encantaba que vinieses y nos planteases nuevas problemáticas, sobre las que discutíamos durante días. A veces apasionadamente, ya que los temas de fe, son como los de la política, muchas veces una cuestión reducida a la necesidad de formar parte de algo de forma irrenunciable, contra toda evidencia, incluso contra tus propios intereses personales. La política es incluso más radical en esto que la fe, y las adhesiones se vuelven fanáticas. Ni que decir tiene, como muy bien nos recordabas, cuando afirmabas el peligro que implica cuando fe y política convergen en una devastadora fusión atómica neuronal de integrismos, la politife se convierte entonces en un arma terrorífica e incontrolable.

Dios, nos envió seguramente tus visitas y tus sabias palabras, para evitar que en nuestra pequeña comunidad de fe, se hilvanara un peligroso hilo de incomprensión del mundo, refugiados en nuestra pequeña torre de marfil, y nos devolvió a la senda de la comprensión humana, sin olvidar nuestra profunda función espiritual. Seguramente, aquellas interminables conversaciones, que ya nadie tiene, ni siquiera nosotros desde que no te dejas ver por aquí, nos salvaron. Pero pocos hay ya dispuestos a ofrecer tiempo de conversación, que no debate, eso solo es tratar de imponer tu dogma sobre el dogma del otro, por lo que hay poca esperanza para el mundo, en un mundo sin tiempo para ofrecer.

Eso era tu regalo, el tiempo, y lo supimos aprovechar y nos salvó. Ahora seguimos avanzando con miedo, porque tus ausencias, parecen suponer un mensaje claro, que no queremos leer, la necesidad de caminar solos en algún momento, o la valentía, que todavía no hemos sido capaces de afrontar, de ofrecer nuestro tiempo de conversación a otros.

Tampoco hemos sido capaces, todavía, de resolver el enigma que nos planteaste. Aquel regalo envenenado, que sigue aguardando en la alacena del refectorio. Esa pequeña caja metálica de bombones, que nadie se ha atrevido a abrir, con aquella enigmática nota escrita de tu puño y letra, casi como una última carta, antes de tu marcha, que dice: Una caja de doce bombones, tres de los cuales fueron comidos y seis de ellos desaparecidos. ¿Qué haréis vosotros, mis queridos hermanos? ¿Os sumaréis a esa mayoría desaparecida? ¿Os dejaréis comer? ¿Seguiréis en la caja para siempre? ¿Responderéis a alguna de estas preguntas o formularéis la vuestra? Ni siquiera sabéis si todavía siguen ahí dentro esos tres bombones. Y aquí seguimos, sin saberlo, paralizados por el miedo. Todavía no hemos abierto la caja, y ahora te maldecimos por ello y desearíamos haberte visto arder en esa hoguera que purifica las herejías, maldito bastardo miserable.

Firmado. Don Rafael de Vera. Prior de la Orden de los Santos Hermanos del Monasterio de la Virtud y la Decrepitud.

Foto Flickr Commons: St Andrews 1842. John Adamson, Robert Adamson. National Galleries of Scotland