Monday, May 28, 2007

Scented.. what?

Maybe I'm just weird. (Ok. Don't answer that.)

I don't like my toilet paper to be scented. I actually have to look very carefully at the toilet paper I buy here, because it's all 'lightly scented'. This means the roll is scented so that it infuses all the paper. I have to buy the 'hypo-allergenic' toilet paper because that's the only stuf that isn't scented with some sickly floral essence.

I just think it's odd. I understand the concept, but there are so many other things in the bathroom that can be scented. That don't have the potential to ..ummm... well... anyway... I just think it's weird.

Saturday, May 26, 2007

Eating by Color

I stayed home from work on Friday - with food poisoning!!! I thought that because of what I do, I was immune. I guess my leftovers are just as susceptible as everyone else's... this was all vomiting, so my guess is some sort of toxin... Good times.

I can't remember the last time I threw up that wasn't alcohol-related. Although, to my credit... I haven't had a night like that since Atlanta. :)

Anyhoo....

Since my ravaged tummy is trying to recover, today has been the yellow/clear food day. Behold the menu:
no breakfast.
Lunch: Chicken noodle soup. Saltines. A sliced banana. Arnott's Milk Arrowroot cookies (made for kids, pretty bland, but yummy). A Lemonade Icy Pole.
Dinner: Chicken noodle soup. Saltines. A sliced banana. Arnott's Milk Arrowroot cookies. A Lemonade Icy Pole.
Post-dinner snack: Popcorn, with butter.

See, all yellow or clear. A little bland, but my tummy's happy.

AND.

My roommate (who's out of town again) recently bought all the West Wing DVDs, so I've been watching season 1. LOVE IT.

Thursday, May 24, 2007

Heavy breathing

Today is my third day of training this week. I'm being introduced to ArcGIS, a mapping program. Very powerful software that I'll be *maybe* using to produce very simple maps - a task that I could have learned to do in about 3 hours. But no, this is my 3rd day this week, 5th day overall this month, learning this program.

Needless to say, I'm over it.

AND. Adding to my real lack of desire to be here is a guy in the back row who is a heavy breather. Every minute or so he has a big sigh, like he's doing something very private that takes a lot of exertion. It's more than distracting. Especially when I don't want to be here anyway.

Can he not hear it? Is he just holding his breath so much that it comes out so forcefully all the time??

Brrr...

It was 0 degrees Celsius this morning.

Yep. FREEZING. Literally.

Good times. I'll just think of you all - enjoying your respective springs...getting ready to head into summer.

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

New Words

Bin = Trash Can
Skip = Dumpster
Tip = Dump

Monday, May 21, 2007

Empathy. With a twist?

My housemate is lacking the emapthy gene. She told me this when we first talked about moving in together, and, to be honest, I dismissed it. But it's true! And it is frustrating as hell.

When I tell her things - I get a one-upmanship response.

"You're homesick? Try living in New Zealand for 6 years."

"You had a bad day? That's nothing compared to my day..."

I never realized the comfort in a simple "Oh, that sucks". or "Man, sorry."


KST sent me this classic one-upmanship interaction - Luh Luh Love It!

“Mrs. Smith’s cat died last week, it was 11 years old”
“Well, my cat died this morning and it was 17”
“That cat was like her child”
“Well, I gave birth to my cat”

There's really just no response to one-upmanship, is there? I don't feel like playing the game, so usually I don't respond at well.

Thursday, May 17, 2007

Doing a little jig...

I feel like dancing today.

I got out on the lake in a double this morning, and it was AWESOME! One of the women I work with has been rowing at the Capital Lakes Rowing Club for the last year and happened to mention it in passing a couple of weeks ago. We worked it out so I could go with her this morning - and it rocked.

And the best part?

The boathouse is LITERALLY a 10 minute walk from my house. So I can row every morning if I feel like it!

YAY!!!



It was dark when we set out, there was fog, the water was flat, I rememberd how to scull. It was great.

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

I've been thinking...

I've been living with the assumption that, when I meet that one guy, somehow I'll know. There will just be a feeling and it'll be straightforward and I'll just know. Maybe that's not true. What if it's not true?

Three or four of the people I started with at Berkeley now have their PhDs. That means that in the time I've known them, I could have gotten my PhD. But I only have a Master's. It makes me feel like I somehow haven't lived up to my potential. That somehow the time window to 'achieve all I can' is somehow gone. And I talk about a PhD like it's mine already - just waiting for me to go out there and get it. Maybe I need to let go of that.

As much as I don't want to believe that skin is affected by diet, it probably is. I should stop eating Cheezels and Butterfingers and Starburst. I'm sure it's all being reflected on my skin, if not around my waistline. Thank god for not having a car. It makes me think I can get away with eating like crap. Maybe my skin is trying to tell me something.

If there really isn't a 'feeling' that I'll get when I meet that person, than what? What if I can never trust someone enough to let them in far enough to even know if I like them?

Monday, May 14, 2007

Understanding Financial Development

I just attended a seminar with Sir Richard Feachem, a man I had not heard of until today. Sir Feachem led The Global Fund from its inception in 2002 to March this year.

Within the world of public health, the 3 big diseases - HIV/AIDS, TB, and malaria have never really held any professional interest for me. Sure, in a 'person of the global community' sense I've been intrigued and concerned. But it's such a LARGE problem that it seems too overwhelming. From a microbial standpoint I'm fascinated - the evolution of these bugs in response to pressures of therapy and treatment is pretty remarkable. But I've always had this deeply secret belief that it was just too hard to work in these areas of public health. The stories are intriguing, but I can't fathom working on the ground floor of these 3 diseases.

I don't know that I feel any differently about these diseases now versus an hour ago, before the seminar, however, I'm absolutely blown away by the caliber of people working in this field. Sir Feachem was entrancing - a bit like a celebrity. He reminded me of Paul Farmer, but in a much larger sense. I can see Sir Feachem rubbing elbows with Bono, not in a schmaltzy, 'I'm a person with a lot of money "doing" things for Africa', but in a real, "let's actually talk business here people" manner.

Financial development and the activities of organizations like GAVI, The Global Fund, The World Bank, The Clinton Foundation, and The Millennium Challenge always seemed out of my reach. It's a whole side of public health that I don't know too much about. But Sir Feachem broke it down to day in an easily accessible manner. These organizations still seem out of my reach, but I think I understand them a little bit more now.

His description of the ways that the Global Fund is different and innovative in the field of financial development were tangible and made a lot of sense.

1. They are demand driven. They don't seek proposals from countries, they don't advise countries on what proposals to submit. The countries (and they are currently funding programs in 136 of the 142 low income and middle-income countries (World Bank definition) in the world) develop their proposals to submit. Seems like an obvious way to do things, but apparently its an innovative approach.

2. They operate on performance based funding. You don't get money if you don't show results agreed to in the 'contract' between the Global Fund and the country. If your results fall below a certain threshold it gets pulled. Again, a seemingly obvious way to operate, but also innovative in this field since they have actually pulled funding. They are serious.

3. They are transparent. All the details on every program and monies in and monies out is detailed on their website.

4. There is no political overlay - no political trump card that can be played. They are based in Switzerland and can operate with the neutrality of the Swiss when confronting corruption. And they can (and do) pull funding from corrupt countries.

They are also innovative in their partnering with the private sector. Of their 20 voting members of the board, one is a private sector representative. They are partnered with the RED campaign. He showed us his RED motorola, his RED watch and wallet from Armani, and he was, of course, wearing a red tie. But hey - I'm a child of consumerism - I get the message. And when I left the seminar I wanted to buy a red phone. And only wear clothes from Bono's clothing line - which I know isn't AIDS specifically, but promotes sustainable employment in developing areas of the world, particularly Africa. And sustainable employment is another side of the disease-life-prevention triad. Yeah, I made that triad up. You need a stable economy to promote healthy people.

Anyway, it was a very fascinating seminar and so accessible that I wanted to share some of it with you. Maybe it isn't such a hopelessly overwhelming problem when there are enough people doing things in this manner tackling the problem.

Tuesday, May 01, 2007

ANZAC Day



April 25 is a public holiday, celebrating ANZAC (Australia New Zealand Army Corps) Day, a day similar to our Memorial Day. ANZAC day celebrates the ANZAC spirit, which was created in the battle at Gallipoli against the Turkish Army, that commenced at dawn on April 25, 1915.

On Tuesday night I went to the video storre and asked for the quintessential ANZAC Day movie, and was handed 'Gallipoli', starring Mel Gibson, made in 1981. I haven't seen any of the Mad Max movies, so watching Mel Gibosn with an Aussie accent was something. And he was so young! And didn't seem to have to potential to make 'Passion of the Christ' or engage in drunken rampages. Interesting to watch him knowing him as the person he is now. But, in 1981, he was young, baby-faced, and not at all hapy to be at ANZAC COve, about to be slaughtered by the Turks. And I can't say that I blame him. He tries valiantly to save his best amte, but the final scene of the movie shows that he couldn't - sometimes it seems that war is bigger than the individuals actually engaging the enemy and dying.

On ANZAC Day there is a dawn service held at most war memorials. Since I'm in the national capital, I figured I couldn't miss the Nation's Dawn Service, even if it involved my waking up at 4:30 on a public holiday. I had flashbacks to the early mornings in San Diego - although I do have to admit, there is something almost magical, or at least sublime, in the quiet and the early light at that hour, and the cold seems to add to it. Anyway, I joined 28,000 other Canberrans (Every time i"m in a crowd in Canberra I wonder where ALL these people came from - how can there be that many people in Canberra?) in front of the War Memorial and listened to the Dawn Service, whicih started promptly at 5am. There were hymns and readings and then the Last Post was played, on a bugle that was actually at Gallipoli in 1915. Then the anthem was played.

Now, being an American, I'm not surprised that I wasn't moved by the ceremony. I could apreciate the solemnity of the moment and the gesture, but it was empty to me. Maybe thats not the right description, but I didn't grow up with the 'myth' f the ANZAC. I know ANZAC as a tye of cookie (I mean biscuit), which is something close to an oatmeal cookie that the ANZACs ate while fighting. But, I am militarily minded and always appreciate servicemen. (no comments form the peanut gallery on that one, thank you.) At home, every memorial service makes me think of my dad and Doug and a few others. This one didn't.

It's Australia - a country so isolated from everyone else... even from parts of itself! Who's going to invade here? Aparently though, the Japanese were very close to invading in the first World War, so the military did do something. But it rings hollow now, especially watching the news coverage of parades later on ANZAC Day - people in Melbourne saying that ANZAC Day represents the protection of their freedom to them. Huh? It just doesn't sound right to me. That's what Americans say. And it used to mean something. In previous wars.

Another thing I've noticed here is the lack of military experience in the general population. Since Dad and Doug are in the military, I guess I have a skewed view, but I feel like Vietnam really defined my dad's era, and of most of my friends, Vietnam defines a large part of their fathers. I've never done a formal poll - maybe I'm wrong... but here, I haven't met anyone who's father or who (depending on their age) was in Vietnam. That's just sucah a different cultural context. One you can't really put your finger on and for me at least, affects the meaning behind something like ANZAC Day.

After the Dawn Service, I went through the memorial itself with everyone else and am looking forward to going bak to explore it more. It's an impressive memorial, wth poppies all over (for rememberance), but it's primarily WWI and WWII. Maybe that's the difference? WWI and WWII are not the only thing the American military has done (and I certainly don't mean to slight the ANZAC troops - I don't know all that they are involved in, and it does appear that they have been and are involved in a lot of the same things the US is, especially lately thanks to Howard being in Bush's back pocket). Maybe I just can't verbalize what it is that I'm seeing/feeling as the difference.

In any event, I feel like I appropriately observed ANZAC Day, had a few ANZAC biscuits and watched the appropriate movie. But that's all the day was to me. And maybe that's my point - I think it's OK that that's all that day is to me. I am an American after all.

Injuring myself in the name of learning

Anyone out there ever given themselves a papercut... on their nose?

This morning I was unwrapping my class materials for a 2 day course on ArcGIS and as I pulled the notepad apart from the 2 course books, it slipped out of my hands and hit me square under the nose, on the underside, right between the upper lip and the nostril. It made my eyes water and I felt pretty ridiculous. I didn't think I was actually THAT excited to analyze the spatial relationships in my data. And what's with the notebook acting against gravity? Isn't stuff like that supposed to fall DOWN?

Anyway, after lunch I discovered that I had actually given myself a papercut in addition to just whacking myself. Ow.

Careful, folks, don't do this at home.