musings on travel, international living, development aid, politics, turkey (the country more than the meat) and anything else that comes to mind...

Monday, November 26, 2007

All Good Things Must Come to a (Temporary) End

Apparently I had copious amounts of free time as a grad student. Not only did I regularly play sports, watch Lost and hang out with friends, I somehow had enough non-study time to create a faux-newsletter called the Daily Periodical. I found the truth periodically on a daily basis, that's what I did. I discussed friends, non-friends, current events, campus happenings, and generally anything and everything. I'm sure someone somewhere laughed once when reading it... if you're out there, please give me a call and I'll buy you a beer.

Well, as I lay on my bed last week, reeling from the Turkey coma ravishing my body, I decided to resurrect the Periodical. It is time to once again breath life into a beast never before seen in the District. That brings me to the focus of the next issue - my crazy DC friends. If you are/were/have been memorable to me in this past year, there's a good chance your name will appear in print.

Here are just a few examples of the material with which I have to work:
1. Friend of roommate - travels to Africa for Peace Corps, only to realize that PC is unorganized (gasp), unfulfilling (shocking), and that she is unable to "do it like they do on the Discovery Channel" at all for the next 2+ years. (Editor's Note - She returned after 1.5 months)
2. Girlfriend - Is she speaking English? I'm sorry, I don't speak Lauren
3. Roommate A - Personal trainer or deadbeat... America votes
4. Roommate B - 'The joys of living in a waspy bubble,' 'GW is the real world,' 'How my relationship with a crazy Latino man (aka MY Mexican), gave me street cred,' etc. The list of headlines/articles here is endless
5. Roommate of Girlfriend - No, Jeb, you can't wear a shiny shirt on top of green khakis with a grey billiards vest... Also, when does a laugh officially become a cackle?
6. Ex-coworker/Foreign Service Officer - Alabama's homosexual representative to the Foreign Service whom I met in Paraguay - need I say more?
7. Neighbor - The embodiment of "don't ask don't tell," this neighbor will plant you a garden if you just listen to the hot s*x he had with a "first-timer" the previous night... totally not worth it
8. Friend of roommate - Possible headlines include: 'Elan to celebrate discovery of new type of supply curve;' or 'Elan calls in sick, unable to avoid Jeopardy marathon'
9. Brother/Sister-in-law - Martha Stewart/Andy Griffith watch out, here come Kenan and Carly!

The list goes on and on... Stay tuned.

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Generation "XYZ..."

It is pretty safe to say I'm unhappy with my job. There are a number of reasons why, but the main reason is that I don't feel like I'm doing "the right thing." It's a difficult phenomena to explain, but I know that rather than a Kalashnikov and Kevlar, I much prefer medicine and a micro-loan. Just a different way to look at the world I suppose.

What is bothering me about my unhappiness, and subsequent job search, is based on a conversation I had yesterday with a friend essentially about "kids these days."Are we, generation next-ers, selfish by nature? Do we not only want, but demand a better lot in life? A generation "long-time-ago-er" once told me that back in the proverbial "day," people were faithful to an organization for years, even after losing interest, starting to hate their job, etc. Life was about more than just personal, i.e. selfish, fulfillment at work. Unfortunately, that just won't work for me.

Let me try to put it into perspective:

We all have dreams. We all have hopes. We all have aspirations. I want to make a difference in this world; and I want to do it on a grand scale. Right now I help feed the homeless twice a month, something that is undoubtedly kind yet brings me a personal satisfaction that could even be described as selfish. Small acts of kindness should be a part of our everyday lives, though I don’t know too many people, myself included, who go far beyond good intentions most of the time. It is that extra step that ultimately makes a difference; that moment where you step out of the “box...” when you go beyond the call of duty. Personally, I hope to never be in that box (picture-walls slowly closing around you); instead I hope to live outside of it, never giving in to the temptation of mediocrity. One day we will help solve hunger, economically develop the poorest areas of our world, and find an adequate solution to global warming all in a days work. I'm a realist, so I know it will never happen like that, but I'm also an optimist, so maybe it could... Our world will never be perfect; it was not intended to be so. Nevertheless, I can’t help but to hope for a better future for my children, to aspire to make lasting change, and to dream ambitiously.

So maybe I'm selfish. Sue me.

Monday, November 19, 2007

Why?

Good question. I guess I just got tired of my roommate talking about her blog and how she's "blog famous" or something like that. As for me, this entree into the blogosphere is a potential outlet for frustration, happiness, humor, international affairs, etc. You don't have to tell me, I'm already in the back of the line.

Honestly, I don't even know if I'll have time to do this or for what it will be good, but somehow it's comforting to think that Mr. and Mrs. Interweb will be receiving my thoughts and providing me the silent feedback I apparently need. It's not that I don't talk enough, trust me, I do enough of that... but honestly, I keep a lot of my thoughts to myself. Maybe that's why I started this blog.

Or maybe I'm just bored at work.