This weekend I'm presenting at what I assume will be a small conference in Boston and the abstract/paper I wrote that was selected is on the use of health diplomacy as an alternative tool in mediating and managing global conflict. One of the professors attending the conference is a Professor of law (Harvard Phd) and he's organized an ongoing project involving architects from Israel, the palestinian territories, and the U.S. The idea is for them to devise creative, architectural ways to portion jerusalem for dual use purposes. The project is based out of UMass.
I took note of it because I'm so heavily involved in the peace through health movement and like to compare the current state of apolitical activity in dispute resolution by other non-traditional career disciplines. I'm not really for a division of Jerusalem, although I am entirely for land exchange or proportioning land to the palestinians from the westbank and protecting pre-existing palestinian land rights. Regardless, it's important to entertain ideas and feed dialogue even if it's akin to a disneyland trip for architects.
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Sunday, October 17, 2010
jackrabbit
Speed and precision. In life we need agility, speed, and precision. Rarely in medicine do we have the luxury of hours to pour over diagnostic algorithms and differentials. Rarely in life can we spend weeks and months deciding what to do next. Timing can mean everything.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
confusion and comprehension squared
Everything changes so quickly that it's hard to even try for predictability. I never would have imagined that I would be where I am now figuratively. I never would have imagined myself so happy with such basic premise. I have my ups and my downs like anyone and I don't flaunt my mood around but instead try to invest myself in life so that I create more reason for life to flower.
I read the news like a ravenous greyhound, sourcing high and low brow forms of my nutritious info-porn. But as dark as the daily news can get, I have a retreat box that I go to emotionally that allows me to target what I personally can change and get over what I can't.
Sometimes I wonder if my 12 year old self would recognize my 30+ year old self because I'm much less tough and far more vulnerable than I was at that age, but at the same time I can feel clarity in vibrant colours much more than I could back then. I was always the kid that tried to do it on her own. I felt that I had no help from anyone and it was tough. Now my life is so intertwined with my loved ones that it makes me wonder if I misread all those childhood years and toiled so hard unnecessarily. perception can be damning.
Right now I just want focused effort from my practical output and effortless focus from my personal insight. I keep throwing up constant checks and balances at myself to make sure I'm on track and that I'm not totally getting swept away by my passion and emotion. In the past my love led me to circumvent my rational voice. As mortals we do that when nose to nose with pure undiluted love. My emotion ate me alive until I found my balance again and yet somehow I came back to life with better perspective and a larger capacity to love and learn. I think that was my reward for suffering so much. I actually matured and grew better prepared for what was later to come and the feelings that run so deep I'm not so quick to suppress.
anyway, welcome to confusion and comprehension squared. my random ramblings for the night.
I read the news like a ravenous greyhound, sourcing high and low brow forms of my nutritious info-porn. But as dark as the daily news can get, I have a retreat box that I go to emotionally that allows me to target what I personally can change and get over what I can't.
Sometimes I wonder if my 12 year old self would recognize my 30+ year old self because I'm much less tough and far more vulnerable than I was at that age, but at the same time I can feel clarity in vibrant colours much more than I could back then. I was always the kid that tried to do it on her own. I felt that I had no help from anyone and it was tough. Now my life is so intertwined with my loved ones that it makes me wonder if I misread all those childhood years and toiled so hard unnecessarily. perception can be damning.
Right now I just want focused effort from my practical output and effortless focus from my personal insight. I keep throwing up constant checks and balances at myself to make sure I'm on track and that I'm not totally getting swept away by my passion and emotion. In the past my love led me to circumvent my rational voice. As mortals we do that when nose to nose with pure undiluted love. My emotion ate me alive until I found my balance again and yet somehow I came back to life with better perspective and a larger capacity to love and learn. I think that was my reward for suffering so much. I actually matured and grew better prepared for what was later to come and the feelings that run so deep I'm not so quick to suppress.
anyway, welcome to confusion and comprehension squared. my random ramblings for the night.
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