Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Land of the Sky

When your room gets too messy, or your to-do list gets too long, do you ever feel too overwhelmed to tackle it?



That's kind of how I feel about blogging lately. There's so much I've wanted to write about, and so little time to write it in, that I just haven't done anything at all, which is unfortunate, given I resolved to blog more this year. But then again, I also resolved to learn to do a headstand this year, and so far I've made basically zero progress on that.

But it's not like I haven't been busy.




I digress.

This weekend I went to Asheville, North Carolina in three cars with five of my six roommates, my boyfriend, three neighbors, and our household dog.


 We ate delicious food,


drank local brews,


marveled at old, beautiful buildings (Asheville is filled with art deco buildings),





and found a trail almost a mile high in the sky leading to a fresh waterfall and a little swimming hole, causing us to be chilled to the bones.

We acted like nerds,

Roomies in 1012!

posed in front of views,


and took it all in with the most important people.





Each other.


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(all pictures of Asheville except for the last two are c/o Sarah B...thanks, girl!)

Monday, April 16, 2012

Such Pure Joy

Start your week by watching a child's dream come true. These ten minutes will make your day better.



A powerful testament to the power of community--tangible and virtual.

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Saturday, March 24, 2012

Can Knowledge be Power? Kony 2012

*Disclaimer: This post was written before Invisible Children founder did this.

A few weeks ago, a teacher, Hannah, started my yoga class by recounting something that had happened the night before. Her Smartrip card, a debit card-like pass for the metro and busses in D.C., had cracked, making it unusable. While carrying heavy bags, she got on the bus to discover that the paper metro passes don’t work on the bus, and she had no cash. She exited the bus and just as she was thinking about how she was going to travel the few miles home with all of her stuff and with no cash or ATM in sight, a woman pounded on the window of the bus and offered to pay Hannah’s fare. For some reason, the bus driver then decided to let Hannah ride for free, and when Hannah got to her stop, one of the people who started talking to her on the bus after that scene helped her carry her bags for a block.

I like stories about people who help each other.

Which is why, even after about 100 million views and counting, the Kony 2012 video fascinates me.

I’d be amazed if someone reading this didn’t know by now what the Kony 2012 video is, but just in case, it’s a call to action created by the NGO Invisible Children with the ultimate goal of putting pressure on the US Government to continue to work to stop Joseph Kony, the leader of the Ugandan rebel group the Lord’s Resistance Army (LRA). The LRA has destroyed lives in Uganda, Sudan, DRC, Central African Republic, and many more.

The video has received an enormous amount of critique, much of it I agree with, at least to a certain extent: it simplifies the story; it’s flawed in accuracy; it denies Africans a voice, and advances a colonialist narrative that Africans have no ability to make a change in their own country for themselves (their board of directors is entirely made up of white men), even as leaders in a joint effort; Invisible Children is an organization with a controversial record and they take more than their fair share of credit for President Obama’s recent deployment of military experts to Uganda, etc. I could go on and on.

But there is one piece of the story that I haven’t read that much about, and that is the piece of the video that, two weeks after watching it I can’t stop thinking about: their message that knowledge is power and awareness is the first step to action.

If you know me at all, you know that I had a somewhat unique childhood as a result of my involvement with the organization Free the Children (FTC). I was first introduced to FTC at age 12, and together with a teacher mentor and a group of friends, my friend Kelly in particular; we led our chapter to be one of the most successful in the network at that time. Our primary goal was to educate our peers and community about the reality that most of the world lives in and about the actions every day individuals can take to make an impact.

Like the rest of the video, this argument deserves critique, too. Simply knowing there is a problem isn’t enough for most people to take action. But this mentality, that awareness and knowledge is the first step to social change, can be extremely powerful. When I look at the cohort of peers I was a part of within FTC, I see that nearly all of us have become people who have dedicated our lives, at least professionally, to helping communities in need: We are teachers in urban schools, Americorps volunteers, and environmental activists. FTC taught us that not only do we have the power and the responsibility to work for change in our world, but that our actions count. While their organizational issues were child rights, as western children we could use the skills they taught us to advocate for change for anything we believed in, on a school-wide, city, state, national, or international level. 

I do not believe that Invisible Children’s campaign of wearing a bracelet that says Kony 2012 will bring about a change, unless the bracelet serves as a physical reminder every day to its owner to take tangible actions, such as calling congress, centered on the importance of working with the International Criminal Court and international authorities to continue the effort to arrest Joseph Kony and rehabilitate the communities he has ravaged. The fact is, most people who will buy the bracelet will do it as a fad, and won’t pick up the phone. But if some of them do, then, perhaps, the campaign can call itself a success.

But what about the others, who are inspired by their new knowledge from the video, who then use that energy to learn more about something else? These actions cannot be measured, but the effect can be enormous. Someone who watched Kony 2012 may realize they have a voice and put it towards helping people in their own community, or another international issue, or they may realize that the world is flat, and try to learn a foreign language.

Which brings be back to Hannah’s bus ride. I like stories about people who help each other. The woman on the bus went out of her way to do something nice for someone she didn’t know. If Hannah hadn’t been able to take the bus that night, it wouldn’t have impacted that woman.  But Hannah did, and that woman walked away knowing she had done something small for her that was huge for someone else. If you watched Kony 2012 or any other aid campaign this week and decided not to do something, your life won’t change that much. But if you decide to do something, small or big, your life might change for the better, forever.

Need ideas of stuff you can do? Let me know. I've got plenty.




Thursday, March 8, 2012

International Women's Day

International Women's Day is a holiday vastly under-recognized in the USA. I was going to write a blog, associating the holiday to the (inane) birth control debate currently taking place by the men of America who know nothing about having a uterus (and care little about those who do), but then I saw this video (thanks to Merav for posting), and I decided it was more articulate than I was capable of today:



I hope that one day when I have a daughter, these debates and discussions are a matter of history.

On a more lighthearted note, another form of celebrating women (with thanks to Jana for posting):

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Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Happy Leap Day

Happy Extra Day of the Year! 

The last time we had a Leap Year, I was gallivanting through South Africa. Today, I'm sneaking time away at my desk to publish this epic Leap Day Voucher, courtesy of The Washington Post. (What a difference four years can make!)

If you know me well, you also know that this Leap Year is also a very exciting day.

Don't let your extra time go to waste.

(click here for easy reading)
Stay tuned for a new blog with my very own thoughts, coming soon.

Photo from http://www.washingtonpost.com/lifestyle/style/2012/02/28/gIQAbAmAhR_graphic.html

Sunday, February 5, 2012

Four Years Ago

Last week marked the fourth anniversary of my arrival in Cape Town for my semester abroad. Like every monumental event, sometimes it seems like yesterday, and sometimes it seems like a lifetime ago. I couldn't resist marking this life milestone on this blog because Cape Town is the reason this blog and my subsequent passion for blogging came about in the first place.

Those six months were full of adventure, challenge, and eye-opening, mind-blowing realizations about the world we orbit and myself.  I was, for the first time in my life, a racial minority, and living in a country that was learning how to be a democracy. For the first time in my life I lived in a place that was unsafe, and learned how to live a fulfilling life with some limitations. I planned my study schedule around power outages. I befriended people it would have been impossible for me to meet had I stayed in Walnut Creek or the walls of American University’s campus. Most importantly, I landed in Cape Town on the morning of January 30th as a mature but scared kid. I left as a young adult.

There are few periods in my life that I would choose to repeat. Not because they were bad, but just because life seems to keep getting better. But, if given the chance, I would always redo that experience; complete with the opera-signing roommate who informed me she didn’t like Americans to the moments of immense loneliness. Even those days, where I felt so unhappy, I would keep because they made me especially appreciative of the highs.

When most people go to a new place, they bring home souvenirs in the form of postcards or magnets as reminders of where they’ve been. And I would be a liar to say I didn’t shop, but my prized collections are the memory and influence of people I met along the way. South Africa is a place that will never leave me because of the people I laughed with and fought with and cried with and who made me feel like I was at home.

While I do know that it isn’t possible for me to relive that experience (even when I visited last year it was a completely different wonderful experience), I have been fortunate to keep relationships from there growing.  One of my current roommates and my former roommate, as well as some of my other best friends are Americans I met in Cape Town. We talk regularly and they are the people I go to when I need someone to celebrate with or to carry me forward. In the past, I’ve written about Sunday dinners, and this group is made entirely up of friends from Cape Town. 

This week I thought about what it meant to be four years away from a life-changing experience and place. I remember feeling so lost upon returning home; going to South Africa had been a goal of mine for my entire life and at age 21, my goal was done. So, I have spent the last four years searching for places that could move me in the same way.  I have found them in India’s holy cities, the music halls of New Orleans, the markets of Jerusalem, and even in the dimmed cafes of Washington, D.C.  But no place has ever touched me like the vulnerability and openness of Africa’s southern-most tip. It’s hard to articulate why, it’s just a feeling of connectedness, I guess. I know some people search their entire lives for that feeling, and I’m eternally grateful to have found it, and know that it’s always there waiting for me, whenever I'm ready to go back.

Sunday, January 8, 2012

Forward and Down, Back and Up

The blog has been quiet...big changes have happened, including a new job. I don't want to post where on here, because I don't want my opinions to be confused as their's, but if you want to know, all you have to do is ask.

It's also been quiet because I've been exploring the world with the parentals...keeping up with my love of alliteration, the Idelsons went to Israel and Italy. Incredible (the trip, and the alliteration).

But now I'm back, and back to blogging we go...

Today is one year since I said goodbye to one of my heros and best friends. 

There's not really a way to show that you miss someone everyday, but you can try. 



In yoga, the Triangle Pose contorts your body into six directions of forward and down, back, and up. When I think about the last year,  I think the visual would be a triangle pose: it begins by moving down, but ends looking up.  After all, she would not have had it any other way.

May 2012 bring you many directions, but may you always be looking up.

PS: My grandmother always taught me to celebrate life over death. In that spirit, I would like to publicly wish my little brother a happy 21st birthday one day late. 


Can't wait for you to buy me drinks!! :)