This isn't an accurate description, because I'm not necessarily referring to a specific location called home, but rather to the people whose presence creates a feeling closely linked to the feeling one would attribute to the idea of "home."
If that makes sense.
So, for lack of a better word, I will just have to settle on describing myself as a tad homesick these days.
Saturday, April 29, 2006
Thursday, April 27, 2006
Dripping with Irony
LTM is this weekend, and instead, I sit here writing page 5 of 20 for my Organizational Management course.
The Title: Change and Restructuring: A Consultant’s Perspective on the Management of Change at Organizational, Group, and Individual Levels
The Title: Change and Restructuring: A Consultant’s Perspective on the Management of Change at Organizational, Group, and Individual Levels
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
Akward Encounters: Kenya Style
I asked Burbach to share an awkward story from Kenya.
As per your request a moment of awkwardness. It was difficult to select, but here's one of my favorites. So I'm sitting by the fire with my host sister cooking dinner, as the brother is drinking tea. She looks at me and asks, "So when are people initiated in the US?" This question caught me completely off-guard as my mind was wondering and I wasn't really with it...what a surprise right? Anyways, my brilliant reply, "What kind of initiation?" She makes a motion signifying circumsion. Ohhhhh. I told her that it wasn't as big a ceremony in the US, that babies usually have it done to them when they are a few days old. I explained that it is a big ceremony in Jewish culture however. Then the awkwardness begins when she tells me that her brother, who is 14, is not circumsized but that he desperately wants to be. He is obviously both verbally and visually embarrassed by this. Then comes the finale..."So are you circumcized?" Keep in mind she is 22 and even in Kenyan culture that's a taboo subject. There is awkward silience. "So how's that rice lookin?
He did not disappoint.
As per your request a moment of awkwardness. It was difficult to select, but here's one of my favorites. So I'm sitting by the fire with my host sister cooking dinner, as the brother is drinking tea. She looks at me and asks, "So when are people initiated in the US?" This question caught me completely off-guard as my mind was wondering and I wasn't really with it...what a surprise right? Anyways, my brilliant reply, "What kind of initiation?" She makes a motion signifying circumsion. Ohhhhh. I told her that it wasn't as big a ceremony in the US, that babies usually have it done to them when they are a few days old. I explained that it is a big ceremony in Jewish culture however. Then the awkwardness begins when she tells me that her brother, who is 14, is not circumsized but that he desperately wants to be. He is obviously both verbally and visually embarrassed by this. Then comes the finale..."So are you circumcized?" Keep in mind she is 22 and even in Kenyan culture that's a taboo subject. There is awkward silience. "So how's that rice lookin?
He did not disappoint.
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Leadership and Improvisation
Leadership explained in language that's rusty, yet native to me. Man I miss theater.
On Dahab
I sat in bed yesterday feeling physically sick at the news of another bombing...I can't get over the fact that this shit is getting more and more frequent, and we are living in a world that, I'm disgusted to say, has grown accustomed and in a way numbed to the fact.
People Have Died.
I am not ok with letting the increasing number of these events numb my reaction to each and every one of them. I refuse to detach myself from the fact that so many people have lost their lives too early, too young, for nothing. I refuse to live in a world so tainted with blood, hatred, and irrationality, that a gutwrenching act such as this one is just another blurb in the news, heard but not internalized, leaving people unphased and apathetic.
I sat in bed yesterday anxiously waiting for my mom to call me back with news about my family and friends. I am so relieved to say that they are all okay, and so sorry for those that can't say the same.
I wish I could make more sense of all of this.
People Have Died.
I am not ok with letting the increasing number of these events numb my reaction to each and every one of them. I refuse to detach myself from the fact that so many people have lost their lives too early, too young, for nothing. I refuse to live in a world so tainted with blood, hatred, and irrationality, that a gutwrenching act such as this one is just another blurb in the news, heard but not internalized, leaving people unphased and apathetic.
I sat in bed yesterday anxiously waiting for my mom to call me back with news about my family and friends. I am so relieved to say that they are all okay, and so sorry for those that can't say the same.
I wish I could make more sense of all of this.
Friday, April 21, 2006
You are Always on my Mind
Maddie Ice, a friend from high school, has never left the country. I talked to her online for the first time since I've been abroad, and shared some stories, pictures from my little adventures around SE Asia, my AIESEC conference, my future AIESEC plans of conferences and traineeships. Maddie ICE was blown away. ICE has wanted to travel. She's wanted an opportunity to live abroad, see the world. She has no direction, and no place to start, aside from study abroad programs or semester at sea. She has no network around the world to provide her advice on, say, crossing the Thai-Cambodian border . I told her a little bit about nomadlife, and a touch about AIESEC. My stories and experiences with this organization, the incredible people I've met through it, and my relentless passion, evident through the poor medium of AIM from half way across the fucking world, have pushed Maddie ICE to CREATE experiences of her own. I could just feel her passion building, the possibilities formulating and expanding in her mind. The seed's been planted in yet another potential change agent. I can FEEL it. And it feels good!
Since APXLDS in the Philippines, AIESEC has been a constant on my mind. I anxiously await the chance to dive back in. Shake things up. Create CHANGE. I'm itching to take action. Every day my vision for where I would like to see Madison head becomes more vivid and tangible, the steps toward that vision more concrete. We hold so much potential as an organization that it's sometimes overwhelming and difficult to grasp. We have so many resources at our fingertips that we need to be taking Advantage of...
I read Sarah's incredible post about her experiences in AXLDS Colombia and I am completely struck by just how much six days at an international conference can impact an individual.
I read Nicky's post about her first FACI experience at an Australian conference and the HUGE progress she's made in developing as a leader.
I read Betsy's inspiring blog on taking hold of the direction of our organization and creating leaders better than ourselves.
I want to see more people jumping at the opportunity to attend an international conference. I want EVERY member at my LC to have the chance to experience what Sarah did without costs holding them back. Arthur, LCP Cornell, made it happen for his LC. Madison can too. I want ALL of us to feel ourselves taking huge strides toward our leadership development and SEE the results like Nicky's epiphany. Most of all, I want us all to TAKE OWNERSHIP of our organization and towards developing future leaders within it Like Betsy is.
I am so fucking proud of so many leaders within AIESEC these days. I feel the PASSION, and I'm loving it.
Let's blow shit up my friends.
Since APXLDS in the Philippines, AIESEC has been a constant on my mind. I anxiously await the chance to dive back in. Shake things up. Create CHANGE. I'm itching to take action. Every day my vision for where I would like to see Madison head becomes more vivid and tangible, the steps toward that vision more concrete. We hold so much potential as an organization that it's sometimes overwhelming and difficult to grasp. We have so many resources at our fingertips that we need to be taking Advantage of...
I read Sarah's incredible post about her experiences in AXLDS Colombia and I am completely struck by just how much six days at an international conference can impact an individual.
I read Nicky's post about her first FACI experience at an Australian conference and the HUGE progress she's made in developing as a leader.
I read Betsy's inspiring blog on taking hold of the direction of our organization and creating leaders better than ourselves.
I want to see more people jumping at the opportunity to attend an international conference. I want EVERY member at my LC to have the chance to experience what Sarah did without costs holding them back. Arthur, LCP Cornell, made it happen for his LC. Madison can too. I want ALL of us to feel ourselves taking huge strides toward our leadership development and SEE the results like Nicky's epiphany. Most of all, I want us all to TAKE OWNERSHIP of our organization and towards developing future leaders within it Like Betsy is.
I am so fucking proud of so many leaders within AIESEC these days. I feel the PASSION, and I'm loving it.
Let's blow shit up my friends.
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
Monday, April 17, 2006
Ramblings From Krabi
This trip has been incredible, and there is no way I can sum it up in a blog entry. Cambodia was unlike any place I've ever seen; Siem Reap the incredible temples of Angkor,Three year old girls who's first few words are probably "postcards 10 for 1 dollar" in five different languages...Dinners with tuk tuk drivers in front of humble homes. Watching the tuk tuk driver get drunk on homemade rice wine and slowly watch his personality morph before our eyes. 14 hour border crossings, shitty bus rides, sketchy hostels, getting thoroughly ripped off and loving it. Endless bus rides through fields and shacks. Phnom Penh: the eerie silence and energy of a school-turned-torture center 30 years ago during the Khmer Rouge regime. The realization that every Cambodian you meet has some relation to one of the 2 million people who were killed, A local free hospital being told that it's facilities, which save hundreds of lives, are too high tech for the economic realities of Cambodia...Like I said, I've never been anywhere like Cambodia, and it completely blew my mind.
And just like that, I was flown out to Bangkok and then to the south of Thailand for a week of incredible beaches, snorkeling, white sands, and Thai New Years. Thai New Years is celebrated like no other new years. Streets turn into the Water war of all Water Wars, and anything is fair game. Supersoakers, buckets, and hoses are in full force, and Patong Beach in Phuket is unreal. Motos and pickups pile people on and drive up and down the beach pouring buckets and super soakers at each other, while others wait alongside the road fully equipped to attack. After the festivities, we hitched a pickup and a 20 minute drive took one full hour and by the end, the pickup was filled with water and we were drenched and covered in white powder and loving it.
I can't possibly describe all the experiences I've had here. The amazing people I've met. The eerie energy of Cambodia followed by the postcard island, limestone, white beaches of Thailand, and the impact the juxtaposition of these two opposite experiences created. There's just no way to put it all into one simple blog post. All I can say is that it's been incredible and will happily provide more ramblings in person.
The trip is nearly over. My semester is nearly over. I sit here in Krabi and have time to just pause for a bit and let some of this soak in. I spent a great deal of the semester expecting to stick around Southeast Asia for the summer. Then I seriously considered following some of the most passionate AIESECERS I've met and learning a bit from them in Australia. I've thought into this a lot, and realized that right now, I really need time to process everything that's happened this semester, and a whole lot has happened...
I need to be in a place where I feel grounded. I need to be doing something where I feel like I am directly impacting at least other people, even in a simple way. I need to be with friends who are inspiring, ambitious, and supportive. I need to be away from Madison. And I need to let myself saturate all this before plunging into whatever comes next.
So, on June 10th I fly into NYC, and plan on doing volunteer work there for the greater chunk of the summer.
I'm not sad to be going back to the US soon. I'm actually inspired. I'm inspired by everything I've seen here. By people I've met... In Hong Kong, at AXLDS, on my trips. Right now, I'm incredibly blown away by a few amazing leaders back in the US, who are stepping up in a huge way and steering the direction of an organization we've all invested so much into.
One more month of Hong Kong, and then it's time to step up...I'm ready for it.
And just like that, I was flown out to Bangkok and then to the south of Thailand for a week of incredible beaches, snorkeling, white sands, and Thai New Years. Thai New Years is celebrated like no other new years. Streets turn into the Water war of all Water Wars, and anything is fair game. Supersoakers, buckets, and hoses are in full force, and Patong Beach in Phuket is unreal. Motos and pickups pile people on and drive up and down the beach pouring buckets and super soakers at each other, while others wait alongside the road fully equipped to attack. After the festivities, we hitched a pickup and a 20 minute drive took one full hour and by the end, the pickup was filled with water and we were drenched and covered in white powder and loving it.
I can't possibly describe all the experiences I've had here. The amazing people I've met. The eerie energy of Cambodia followed by the postcard island, limestone, white beaches of Thailand, and the impact the juxtaposition of these two opposite experiences created. There's just no way to put it all into one simple blog post. All I can say is that it's been incredible and will happily provide more ramblings in person.
The trip is nearly over. My semester is nearly over. I sit here in Krabi and have time to just pause for a bit and let some of this soak in. I spent a great deal of the semester expecting to stick around Southeast Asia for the summer. Then I seriously considered following some of the most passionate AIESECERS I've met and learning a bit from them in Australia. I've thought into this a lot, and realized that right now, I really need time to process everything that's happened this semester, and a whole lot has happened...
I need to be in a place where I feel grounded. I need to be doing something where I feel like I am directly impacting at least other people, even in a simple way. I need to be with friends who are inspiring, ambitious, and supportive. I need to be away from Madison. And I need to let myself saturate all this before plunging into whatever comes next.
So, on June 10th I fly into NYC, and plan on doing volunteer work there for the greater chunk of the summer.
I'm not sad to be going back to the US soon. I'm actually inspired. I'm inspired by everything I've seen here. By people I've met... In Hong Kong, at AXLDS, on my trips. Right now, I'm incredibly blown away by a few amazing leaders back in the US, who are stepping up in a huge way and steering the direction of an organization we've all invested so much into.
One more month of Hong Kong, and then it's time to step up...I'm ready for it.
Sunday, April 09, 2006
From The streets of Phnom Penh
I'm safe and doing well. Cambodia is blowing my mind. Details and pictures to come after this crazy ride is over.
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
Chloe's Story
Exerpt from Chloe's email, OZ @er, about happenings at APXLDS post departure...
Did you hear that Mel Mel, me, the Bangladeshi guys, the UAE guys, the OC and the Faci were all held hostage on the 29th when we were supposed to be leaving? Well the story goes... we all got in the car on the 28th to go to another hotel to stay the night together and then catch the ferry in the morning to Cebu to get our flights. Well so our luggage was supposed to be coming later. 1am roles around that night and I have my luggage but none of the Bangladeshi or Mel Mel have their luggage. We are told - typical Philippine style "don't worry it will all be resolved in the morning!" Morning comes and we are supposed to catch our ferry at 8:30am. We catch the bus back to Bohol Tropics because apparently our luggage is still there waiting for us... weird but ok...
We get to Bohol Tropics and find out that our luggage, with the Bangladeshi guys passports in it are being held hostage at the resort, along with the Faci and the OC. ie. these guys aren't allowed to leave the hotel or open their luggage because the hotel staff won't let them. After waiting 2 hours and the Bangladesh guys missing their flight we find out that apparently until the OC pay the hotel the account for the conference $25,000 US in cash they will not let the OC or Faci out of the hotel and were holding our luggage as assets. Time was ticking down till me, Mel Mel and the UAE guys had to catch our flight and catch the ferry so we wouldn't miss our flight. Luckily we eventually got our bags and caught the last ferry. We had to call the airline and get them to hold the gates open for an extra 15 mins for us! Luckily we made it.
Ridiculous
Did you hear that Mel Mel, me, the Bangladeshi guys, the UAE guys, the OC and the Faci were all held hostage on the 29th when we were supposed to be leaving? Well the story goes... we all got in the car on the 28th to go to another hotel to stay the night together and then catch the ferry in the morning to Cebu to get our flights. Well so our luggage was supposed to be coming later. 1am roles around that night and I have my luggage but none of the Bangladeshi or Mel Mel have their luggage. We are told - typical Philippine style "don't worry it will all be resolved in the morning!" Morning comes and we are supposed to catch our ferry at 8:30am. We catch the bus back to Bohol Tropics because apparently our luggage is still there waiting for us... weird but ok...
We get to Bohol Tropics and find out that our luggage, with the Bangladeshi guys passports in it are being held hostage at the resort, along with the Faci and the OC. ie. these guys aren't allowed to leave the hotel or open their luggage because the hotel staff won't let them. After waiting 2 hours and the Bangladesh guys missing their flight we find out that apparently until the OC pay the hotel the account for the conference $25,000 US in cash they will not let the OC or Faci out of the hotel and were holding our luggage as assets. Time was ticking down till me, Mel Mel and the UAE guys had to catch our flight and catch the ferry so we wouldn't miss our flight. Luckily we eventually got our bags and caught the last ferry. We had to call the airline and get them to hold the gates open for an extra 15 mins for us! Luckily we made it.
Ridiculous
The big 50
That's right. Through the whirlwind of it all, my dad just turned fifty.
Is fifty a year of reflection? A year of looking back at your past and gauging your triumphs and challenges, successes, Mistakes? Of evaluating the person you were, the person you are, the person you wished to be? Maybe it's just about being with the people you love. With the people that love you. Maybe it's just a day to capture the whole of your life, at that very moment, and to let it sink in. A day to just pause it all for a fraction of a second and redirect your path, if you so choose.
Is fifty too late for change? Does a person reach a certain point where their inner-self, their habits, relationships, mindset, are so deeply ingrained that the task of self-growth and redirection is as monumental as moving a fucking mountain?
Is a birthday just another day that's meant to be this great milestone in your life, only to leave a person sorely disappointed when the golden day doesn't live up to that picture perfect Kodak moment?
Somewhere between my 6th and 20th birthdays, things got complicated. As much as I'd like for my dad to have had a glorious BIG 50...life doesn't always happen like we want it to. But hey, I guess we're even now. The padre and I. Birthday for birthday?
Is fifty a year of reflection? A year of looking back at your past and gauging your triumphs and challenges, successes, Mistakes? Of evaluating the person you were, the person you are, the person you wished to be? Maybe it's just about being with the people you love. With the people that love you. Maybe it's just a day to capture the whole of your life, at that very moment, and to let it sink in. A day to just pause it all for a fraction of a second and redirect your path, if you so choose.
Is fifty too late for change? Does a person reach a certain point where their inner-self, their habits, relationships, mindset, are so deeply ingrained that the task of self-growth and redirection is as monumental as moving a fucking mountain?
Is a birthday just another day that's meant to be this great milestone in your life, only to leave a person sorely disappointed when the golden day doesn't live up to that picture perfect Kodak moment?
Somewhere between my 6th and 20th birthdays, things got complicated. As much as I'd like for my dad to have had a glorious BIG 50...life doesn't always happen like we want it to. But hey, I guess we're even now. The padre and I. Birthday for birthday?
Sunday, April 02, 2006
The simple things
I love confidence.
I hate arrogance.
I love parity.
I hate insincerity.
I love to dance.
I hate insecurity.
I love independence.
I hate feeling naive.
I love intuition.
I hate pride.
I love a good hug.
I hate being misread.
I love passion.
I hate pessimism.
I love a hearty laugh.
I hate being hurt.
I love a good joke.
I hate being belittled.
I love laughing til my eyes water.
I hate frumpy moods.
I love a good challenge.
I hate guilt trips.
I love opportunity.
I hate indecisiveness.
I love being in love.
I hate accepting compliments.
I love holding my own.
I hate not feeling grounded.
I hate arrogance.
I love parity.
I hate insincerity.
I love to dance.
I hate insecurity.
I love independence.
I hate feeling naive.
I love intuition.
I hate pride.
I love a good hug.
I hate being misread.
I love passion.
I hate pessimism.
I love a hearty laugh.
I hate being hurt.
I love a good joke.
I hate being belittled.
I love laughing til my eyes water.
I hate frumpy moods.
I love a good challenge.
I hate guilt trips.
I love opportunity.
I hate indecisiveness.
I love being in love.
I hate accepting compliments.
I love holding my own.
I hate not feeling grounded.
Thursday, March 30, 2006
Congratulations, Friend!
Everyone should congratulate ADAM for receving the Hilldale Fellowship, his ticket to pursuing his goal of doing research in Uganda for the summer! For those of you who don't know this guy, he works his ass off tirelessly, has an AMAZING drive and passion, and still manages to be the crazy goofball that he is. The dork follows "work hard play hard" like no other. I couldn't think of a more fitting way for you to spend your summer....you totally fucking deserve this! Looks like I should be seeing you in Hong Kong, buddy!!
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
Blind Ticket
By that I mean no serious planning was involved, I'm clueless as to the itinerary that may or may not be in the works by my fellow companions, and I'm just goin with the flow. I'll be backpacking through Thailand and Cambodia from April 6-April 19.
We'll see how all this turns out.
We'll see how all this turns out.
Conference After-thoughts
A room-full of inspiring people from every end of the world brings on an incredible high.
The only way to make the most of an Intl conference as a US delegate is to enjoy the people and ignore the politics.
When a person's native tongue isn't English, participating in a conference means listening to English coming from nearly twenty different accents, translating it to their own language, reflecting and forming opinions, and translating those opinions back to English. Tough stuff.
One incredible speaker can shake up an entire room's perspective.
A note scribbled away on a dinner napkin at 5 in the AM is better than any sugar cube or business card.
AIESECing is the one thing that can completely block out situations cluttering life at the moment.
When a plenary activity involves the chucking of uncooked eggs, keep the purse away!
Kareoke's not complete without over-enthusiastic backup dancers.
A conference may be described as life-changing by some. The best way I can sum it up is mind-jolting.
The fireman's dance is as brilliant internationally as it is in the Madtown.
Jumping high to Numa Numa is contagious. Once a person Starts, they infect the entire delegation.
Tanuk tanuk has countless line dance versions, all which are stubbornly performed simultaneously.
When a certain faci hints that an object for the scavanger hunt is hidden in the pool, he lies.
My realm of sight in the AIESEC world for my not-so-distant future has drastically expanded.
Friendships formed at this conference will stay strong across oceans and borders.
That was one hell of a ride. Now it's back to reality...
The only way to make the most of an Intl conference as a US delegate is to enjoy the people and ignore the politics.
When a person's native tongue isn't English, participating in a conference means listening to English coming from nearly twenty different accents, translating it to their own language, reflecting and forming opinions, and translating those opinions back to English. Tough stuff.
One incredible speaker can shake up an entire room's perspective.
A note scribbled away on a dinner napkin at 5 in the AM is better than any sugar cube or business card.
AIESECing is the one thing that can completely block out situations cluttering life at the moment.
When a plenary activity involves the chucking of uncooked eggs, keep the purse away!
Kareoke's not complete without over-enthusiastic backup dancers.
A conference may be described as life-changing by some. The best way I can sum it up is mind-jolting.
The fireman's dance is as brilliant internationally as it is in the Madtown.
Jumping high to Numa Numa is contagious. Once a person Starts, they infect the entire delegation.
Tanuk tanuk has countless line dance versions, all which are stubbornly performed simultaneously.
When a certain faci hints that an object for the scavanger hunt is hidden in the pool, he lies.
My realm of sight in the AIESEC world for my not-so-distant future has drastically expanded.
Friendships formed at this conference will stay strong across oceans and borders.
That was one hell of a ride. Now it's back to reality...
Friday, March 24, 2006
Challenge the Unchallenged
I've just sat through a mind blowing session given by Jose Andres Sotto, an individual who has worked extensively in the United Nations, is a Doctor in psychology, consultant to the Philippine government on crisis intervention, a graduate professor, and a man with an incredible love for AIESEC. This speaker embodied wha every external should and well beyond. With a relationship with the organization that's lasted over 10 years, he knew our goals, understood our mission. He's spoken at past ICs and IPMs, and even threw around our accronyms with ease. His skills with communicating, engaging and continuously reading his audience and the inspiration, passion, and energy he spread throughout the entire room was incredibly empowering. There are now three of us typing ferociously at computers in attempts to capture the knowledge and insight gained in the past hours.
"God is Dead"
The words were plastered on the powerpoint. Just three bold words, and silence. We are left to contemplate the idea, let it simmer. Soak in the feeling and energy those words bring us. Sotto then opens the Nietzche challenging an entire continent's worldview and being a catalyst to the post-modernist mentality. As I sat and listened to Sotto lay out a picture of our post-modernist mentality and prevelant youth trends throughout the world, I wondered how he would tie it all back to the key topic of development. We are subjective individuals. We question the world and cringe from the idea of absolute Truths. We are skeptical. We are narrative. Through our stories and experiences, we bring others into our different worlds. We like our relationships without costs, yet we value community. In our worldview, things are simply not quantifiable. We identify with all these qualities, although perhaps we haven't articulated all of them.
relationships without costs . That blew my mind. It embodies a huge concept that I identify with, yet never articulated, in three simple words.
Deconstruction
Sotto simply refused to jump into the topic of education and development. Why? He wanted to lay a foundation of critical thought. We need to be aware that every viewpoint in that room is seeing things from a different worldview and position in society. We can all read the same exact book, and we would all interpret it differently based on our worldviews, opinions, cultures, organizational affiliations, etc. We need to harness the process of deconstructing opinions, beliefs, opposing opinions, strategies, and institutions. Only then can we address huge issues such as development and education.
"AIESEC Is Dead"
Again the words were plastered on the wall, Bold and offensive. We uncomfortably sat and stared at these words and let the tension build within the room. Let those words sink in. Only when AIESECERs sieze to ask questions, engage in critical thought, and challenge the unchallenged will the organization be dead. By willingly handing over our opinions, conforming to the ideas and institutions surrounding us, and complacently following strategies, believes, or the opinions of others without seeking to understand and challenge those ideologies, we willingly surrender the ability to become the leaders and change agents that AIESEC is meant to build. The single most important quality within this organization is that very ability to question and requestion. Form opinions and challenge them.The moment when we stop questioning, being skeptical, and challenging viewpoints and institutions that surround us, both outside our organization and within, is the moment AIESEC Is Dead.
"God is Dead"
The words were plastered on the powerpoint. Just three bold words, and silence. We are left to contemplate the idea, let it simmer. Soak in the feeling and energy those words bring us. Sotto then opens the Nietzche challenging an entire continent's worldview and being a catalyst to the post-modernist mentality. As I sat and listened to Sotto lay out a picture of our post-modernist mentality and prevelant youth trends throughout the world, I wondered how he would tie it all back to the key topic of development. We are subjective individuals. We question the world and cringe from the idea of absolute Truths. We are skeptical. We are narrative. Through our stories and experiences, we bring others into our different worlds. We like our relationships without costs, yet we value community. In our worldview, things are simply not quantifiable. We identify with all these qualities, although perhaps we haven't articulated all of them.
relationships without costs . That blew my mind. It embodies a huge concept that I identify with, yet never articulated, in three simple words.
Deconstruction
Sotto simply refused to jump into the topic of education and development. Why? He wanted to lay a foundation of critical thought. We need to be aware that every viewpoint in that room is seeing things from a different worldview and position in society. We can all read the same exact book, and we would all interpret it differently based on our worldviews, opinions, cultures, organizational affiliations, etc. We need to harness the process of deconstructing opinions, beliefs, opposing opinions, strategies, and institutions. Only then can we address huge issues such as development and education.
"AIESEC Is Dead"
Again the words were plastered on the wall, Bold and offensive. We uncomfortably sat and stared at these words and let the tension build within the room. Let those words sink in. Only when AIESECERs sieze to ask questions, engage in critical thought, and challenge the unchallenged will the organization be dead. By willingly handing over our opinions, conforming to the ideas and institutions surrounding us, and complacently following strategies, believes, or the opinions of others without seeking to understand and challenge those ideologies, we willingly surrender the ability to become the leaders and change agents that AIESEC is meant to build. The single most important quality within this organization is that very ability to question and requestion. Form opinions and challenge them.The moment when we stop questioning, being skeptical, and challenging viewpoints and institutions that surround us, both outside our organization and within, is the moment AIESEC Is Dead.
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
Tomorrow I shall dance: @ style
I heard "ojos asi" at the sheesha bar yesterday, and @ was on my mind...
Tomorrow I take on my first international conference.
They are said to change lives.
I was warned.
But right now, all I can think about isJumping til I'm gasping for air to "numa numa" for the girls, Busting out the fireman's dance for the dork, And tanook tanooking the nights away.
Will I dance?
You bet your sweet ass.
Tomorrow I take on my first international conference.
They are said to change lives.
I was warned.
But right now, all I can think about isJumping til I'm gasping for air to "numa numa" for the girls, Busting out the fireman's dance for the dork, And tanook tanooking the nights away.
Will I dance?
You bet your sweet ass.
Friday, March 17, 2006
The Kid Brother
Fully equipped with a custom-tailored white suit and a folex, the bro departed HK feeling pretty dominant. He's on the lookout for a white top hat and cane to complete the look. Then he can take his lady friends out in style. Hilarious.
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
Tanja's News
After dragging myself out of class post dismal-midterm-performance and forcing my sleep-deprived body to make the oh-so -treacherous 5-escalator and 3-elevator journey to my dorm room, I open my inbox to find an email patiently waiting to be read.
On May 22-June 8, Hong Kong will open its arms to an AIESEC buddy, future roommate, fellow goofball, and one of my best friends. The arrival of this email seriously couldn't have been more perfectly timed.
And, even though I'll get rocked just as hard for midterm numero dos in T minus 2 hours, I can see the silver lining that lies only a few short months ahead.
I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE YOU TANJA!
I'm quoting Garden State. Deal with it.
You know that point in your life when you realize that the house that you grew up in isn't really your home anymore? All of the sudden even though you have some place where you can put your stuff that idea of home is gone. It just sort of happens one day one day and it's just gone. And you can never get it back. It's like you get homesick for a place that doesn't exist. I mean it's like this rite of passage, you know. You won't have this feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself, you know, for you kids, for the family you start, it's like a cycle or something. I miss the idea of it. Maybe that's all family really is. A group of people who miss the same imaginary place.