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Fulfilling the Dream May 30, 2006

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I have a confession.

For six years I have toted a poster around with me on airplanes, boats, buses, cars, shuttles and taxis all the while earnestly intending to frame and hang it. For the most part, however, my poster has lived in the backs of closets and drawers in at least seven different dwellings using the aforementioned modes of transport to get to said homes.

It’s a little bit beat up, somewhat wrinkled and has yellowed considerably… but friends and neighbors, the poster FINALLY made it behind glass and onto the crumbling wall of my apartment today and THAT is cause for celebration. Shot of Diet Coke anyone?

Clearly it isn’t just any poster. It wouldn’t be. Otherwise, would I have diligently and stubbornly held onto it across continental divides for this long? I should think not.

I bought it back in 2000 while visiting a close friend in Atlanta. We were in Auburn, a not-very-white city neighborhood, visiting Rev. Martin Luther King, Jr.’s birthplace and burial site. My friend, her husband and I were the only whites on the tour and at the gravesite. Where were my fellow fair skinned brethren that day? Maybe opting for the CNN building tour instead.

The poster, as you probably surmised, is the text of the renowned I Have A Dream speech. I bought it at the gift shop out of a sense of needing to cling onto the feelings of timeless eminence experienced that day.

If you’ve never listened to or read the full speech, I highly recommend it. G’head. It’s important.

 

Jankalicious May 28, 2006

Filed under: Uncategorized — stefanella @ 11:12 am


A few days ago I accompanied 4-year-old Rapha on his class trip to the “Tzapari”, a Tel Aviv aviary with some killer birds.

Not literally killer in the vulture-circling-overhead sense of the word; “killer” in the “very cool” way. Killer as in the gorgeous, muted purplish toned Tibetan parrot species. Killer as in several shockingly bright Brazilian what’s its I’d never seen at the Cincinnati, San Diego or San Francisco zoos.

But the Tzapari itself also drove me into quiet contemplative longing. Thoughts of from whenst I came. Inner yearnings.

Later that same day during her weekly Soup Salon, Savta Dotty remarked “Oh you were experiencing culture shock.” Correct. But I was also experiencing Janky shock.

Get out the urban dictionary friends and neighbors. J-a-n-k-y. As in why did the Tzapari have to be so damned janky? I couldn’t hold at bay my pestilent thoughts: Why can’t they fix the broken signs? Was design aesthetic neglected altogether by the party responsible for blueprinting this place? Could, perchance, the overwhelming urine stench inside the reptile room be addressed? Why is the place so damned rundown? Janky.

Now I know that the Tzapari is not exactly the San Francisco Zoo where your $500 tax deductible donation gets you unlimited access, free guest passes, invitations to members only night tours, a seat at the Director’s reception and acknowledgement in the annual report.

And clearly the Tzapari is not where U.S. (or any) donor money is being directed when April 15 rolls around. Because, of course, there are more important causes towards which eager benevolents can toss those tax deductible dollars over here in HLC (Holy Land Central). Brazilian Cockatoos muttering “boker tov” (Hebrew: “good morning”) on command isn’t one of them.

I know this on an intellectual level but it doesn’t stop the Jonesing for pretty, nice and aesthetic. “Jonesing“…there’s another field trip to the urban dictionary. As in: I’m Jonesing for a cigarette but I smoked the last one half an hour ago, forgot my wallet in Finland and I’m currently lost on the Tundra.

I’m not saying there isn’t pretty or aesthetic over here yonder because just last week I got an eye and earful of it covering a high profile awards ceremony. But I want moooooorrrreeee!!!! Am I sounding like Charlie and the Chocolate Factory’s Veruca Salt?

Over and out. I’ll go Jones privately in the jank of my apartment.

 

The Full Text May 24, 2006

Filed under: Uncategorized — stefanella @ 6:38 pm

In yesterday’s post I offered to put up Nicholas Kristof’s entire editorial should interest be expressed. Kas of Canada gave the proverbial head nod so here you have it…Enjoy

May 23, 2006 Op-Ed Columnist
The Drumroll, Please
By NICHOLAS D. KRISTOF

In March I opened a “win a trip” contest, offering to take a university student with me on a rough reporting trip to a neglected area in Africa. Some 3,800 applications poured in, accompanied by boxes of supplementary materials, ranging from senior theses to nude photos.

After weeks of sifting through the applications, I finally have a winner. She is Casey Parks of Jackson, Miss. — an aspiring journalist who has never traveled abroad. We’ll get her a passport and a bunch of vaccinations — ah, the glamour of overseas travel — and start planning our trip.

Casey, who turned 23 on Friday, attended Millsaps College in Jackson and is now a graduate student in journalism at the University ofMissouri. She has won a string of awards for her essays and other writing. In her essay, Casey wrote about growing up poor:

“I saw my mother skip meals. I saw my father pawn everything he loved. I saw our cars repossessed. I never saw France or London.” (The essays by Casey and a dozen finalists are posted at nytimes.com/winatrip.) “I so desperately want to leave this country and know more,” she wrote. Now she’ll have the chance.

We’ll most likely start in Equatorial Guinea, bounce over to Cameroon and travel through a jungle with Pygmy villages to end up in the Central African Republic — one of the most neglected countries in the world. We’ll visit schools, clinics and aid programs, probably traveling in September for 10 days. Casey will write a blog about it for nytimes.com and will also do a video blog for MTV-U.

But the point of this contest wasn’t to give one lucky student the chance to get malaria and hookworms. It’s to try to stir up a broader interest in the developing world among young people. One of our country’s basic strategic weaknesses is that Americans don’t understand the rest of the world. We got in trouble in Vietnam and again in Iraq partly because we couldn’t put ourselves in other people’s shoes and appreciate their nationalism.

According to Foreign Policy magazine, 92 percent of U.S. college students don’t take a foreign language class. Goucher College in Baltimore bills itself as the first American college to require all students to study abroad, and the rest should follow that example.

So for all the rest of you who applied for my contest, see if you can’t work out your own trips. Or take a year off before heading to college or into a job. You’ll have to pay for your travel, but you can often find “hotels” for $5 a night per person in countries like India, Pakistan, Cambodia, Laos, Indonesia, Morocco, Bolivia and Peru — and in rural areas, people may invite you to stay free in their huts. To get around, you can jump on local buses.

Is it safe? Not entirely, for the developing world has more than its share of pickpockets, drunken soldiers, scorpions, thugs, diseases, parasites and other risks.

Twenty-two years ago, as a backpacking student, I traveled with a vivacious young American woman who, like me, was living in Cairo. She got off my train in northern Sudan; that evening, the truck she had hitched a ride in hit another truck. Maybe if there had been an ambulance or a doctor nearby, she could have been saved. Instead, she bled to death.

So, yes, be aware of the risks, travel with a buddy or two, and carry an international cellphone. But remember that young Aussies, Kiwis andEuropeans take such a year of travel all the time — women included —and usually come through not only intact, but also with a much richer understanding of how most of humanity lives.

There are also terrific service options. Mukhtar Mai, the Pakistanianti-rape activist I’ve often written about, told me she would welcome American volunteers to teach English in the schools she has started. You would have to commit to staying six weeks or more, but would get free housing in her village. You can apply by contacting www.4anaa.org.

Then there’s New Light, a terrific anti-trafficking organization inCalcutta. Urmi Basu, who runs it, said she would welcome American volunteers to teach English classes to the children of prostitutes. You would have to stay at least six weeks and budget $15 a day for food and lodging; for more information go to www.uddami.org/newlight.

In the 21st century, you can’t call yourself educated if you don’tunderstand how the other half lives — and you don’t get that understanding in a classroom. So do something about your educational shortcomings: fly to Bangkok.

Copyright 2006 The New York Times Company

 

The Bare Bones of Journalism

Filed under: Uncategorized — stefanella @ 12:27 am

My dear friend Tamar e-mailed me an op-ed piece by Ny Times columnist Nicholas D. Kristof. Kristof recently ran a “win a trip” contest offering to take a university student with him on a reporting sortie to Africa.

He garnered 3800 applicant replies that sometimes included supplementary material like senior theses & nude photos. The winner he chose, Casey Parks of Jackson, Miss., is an aspiring journalist who has never traveled abroad. In her winning essay she wrote about growing up poor:

“I saw my mother skip meals. I saw my father pawn everything he loved. I saw our cars repossessed. I never saw France or London.” Read her essay in its entirety here. When Casey heads off to Africa with Kristof come September, she’ll blog it for the nytimes.com and she’ll video blog it for MTV-U.

In his column yesterday, Kristof urged young students everywhere to fund their own travels to the world’s remote corners for the betterment of us all.

…the point of this contest wasn’t to give one lucky student the chance to get malaria and hookworms. It’s to try to stir up a broader interest in the developing world among young people. One of our country’s basic strategic weaknesses is that Americans don’t understand the rest of the world. We got in trouble in Vietnam and again in Iraq partly because we couldn’t put ourselves in other people’s shoes and appreciate their nationalism.

…In the 21st century, you can’t call yourself educated if you don’t understand how the other half lives — and you don’t get that understanding in a classroom. So do something about your educational shortcomings: fly to Bangkok.

The full column is here but you have to subscribe to read it. I’ll post it if there’s interest…

Good for him; Her insight is refreshing as hell

 

49 cents May 22, 2006

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I see that 50 Cent is coming to the Big HLC. I won’t be here to catch his performance & I’m really not burning to see him – particularly after visiting his “click on an image and get a gunshot sound effect” website. But there’s no denying he’s a hot, A-Lister.

I actually got to thinking about that after seeing his poster ’round about town: the big deal of someone like 50 Cent or Madonna or Sting swinging by Holy Land Central (HLC) for a gig. I wasn’t here for it but I know there was a long, dry spell insofar as big name visitors go.

Just for the fun of it, I’d love to see someone like eddie izzard touch down for a run. The subtleties of his historical references and run amok stream of consciousness would go overhead, I imagine. But I really do miss the sort of color he serves up.

Speaking of, a generous kindred spirit handed over a gig last night which involved interviewing 2 of the world’s leading cancer researchers, moving about among dignitaries, sitting 4 seats away from former Primer Minister Ehud Barak and enjoying the strains of Yo Yo Ma finessing his cello. That type of cover I can certainly handle.

I recently blogged about spending time with bombing victims at the hospital. It was for this article, gloat gloat.

Cheers, beers and that’s my 50 drachma.

 

Climbing Everest May 20, 2006

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You have to feel for the delegation member who didn’t make it on this one. Can you imagine trekking all that way in the name of peace and getting stuck at 23,000 feet? Why yes, actually, I can. Think: Oslo Implementation

And just when you think Iran might be settling down a bit and taking a breather from that long, hard decade at the plutonium enrichment plant, there goes the regime again kicking it up with new and improved rhetoric. Only this time it’s a true-to-life parliamentary proposal for a National Uniform Law. And no, it won’t be that cute little French maid outfit with the stiletto heels.

If the National Uniform Law passes, the country’s minority religions get singled out: Jews get to wear yellow ribbons, Christians get red and Zoroastrians get blue. Just in case anyone was questioning the country’s blatant isolationistic & extremist tactics, this will keep us all in check. The law need only be approved by mild mannered religious leader Ayatollah Khamenei to go into effect. This is the same fellow who views human rights as a “weapon in the hands of our enemies to fight Islam”.

Rabbi Marvin Heir at L.A.’s Simon Wiesenthal Center is demanding that the UN/Kofi Annan get involved. With all due respect, are you kidding?

Israel internal security minister Avi Dichter’s response is more amusing:
..he who will force Jews, wherever they may be, to wear yellow badges will eventually find himself in a casket covered in black cloth.

 

Spring Activity May 19, 2006

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Spring is a lovely time anywhere in the world. Things happen. Calendars fill. Life gets hectic.

Same here in HLC. Warring factions take to Gaza’s streets, Olmert prepares to take his Convergence Plan to Washington and here in Tel Aviv, I plan to take young Rapha to the weekly open-air flower market and then to Savta Dotty’s for her Friday Soup Salon – soup, writers and cross-talk.

I love being busy. Run, run, tight schedule, go, go. Pefect when alternated with lazy. Sit, surf, read, rest.

I get to feeling guilty, though, after a few hours of the lazy part. Like I should be out there accomplishing or getting something on the long to-do list done.

I see that Matisyahu is opening for Sting in Tel Aviv next month. That’s pretty cool. I’m not going to see Sting or Ricky Martin or Roger Waters in concert when they’re here. Not my thing. I am, however, going to see The Black Eyed Peas. Got tickies through my cousin. Hee hee. Maybe I’ll wear this to the concert. Then again, maybe not.

Okay…I’m starting to feel guilty because I’m blogging about bupkes and my toochas is going numb. Catch you at the flower market!