Sunday, February 18, 2007

My New Economist

Imagine reading this headline tomorrow morning:

"More than 20,000 people perished yesterday of extreme poverty."

The stories would put the stark numbers in context--up to 8,000 children dead of malaria, 5,000 mothers and fathers dead of tuberculosis, 7,500 young adults dead of AIDS, and thousands more dead of diarrhea, respiratory infection, and other killer diseases that prey on bodies weakened by chronic hunger. The poor die in hospital wards that lack drugs, in villages that lack antimalarial bed nets, in houses that lack safe drinking water. They die namelessly, without public comment. Sadly, such stories rarely get written. Most people are unaware of the daily struggles for survival, and of the vast numbers of impoverished people around the world who lose that struggle.


The words above are not my own, but those of Jeffrey Sachs--my new economist who I've just picked up by way of a fine recommendation from Bono. I've just begun reading his book, "The End of Poverty," for a social justice group that I've joined, and I think I should give everyone a fair warning about the blogs to come in the next few weeks. They may tend to be a bit emotionally-charged, some may involve the rantings and ravings of a young idealist, a few might disturb the status quo of our American lives, and I'm sure to climb on my soapbox a time or two. But hopefully, if nothing else, they will give you a bit of insight into the mind of Jeffrey Sachs and the innovative economic theories that he is currently flooding the air with.

"This book is about ending poverty in our time. It is not a forecast. I am not predicting what will happen, only explaining what can happen. Currently, more than eight million people around the world die each year because they are too poor to stay alive. Our generation can choose to end that extreme poverty by the year 2025." ~p. 1

I feel like my life, and those of many of my friends, is reaching a difficult crossroad where the reality of what we've been given, and what the rest of the world lacks, is made undeniably apparent. It is at this intersection that the lines blur and the mass of gray confounds me. We are passionate about saving the world, but also about designer handbags and flat-screen plasma televisions. We want to buy fair trade, but we also want to buy those labels that may have come from dimly lit factories in southeast Asia.

How do the Haves reconcile their lives with the Have-Nots? What are realistic expectations for our generation and our society at large? And are those expectations truly noble enough for the calling at hand? Do they really take into account the potential that our talents, giftings, and resources hold?

Clearly, there are lots of questions. But sadly, few answers...for now anyways. I'm looking forward to hearing what Mr. Sachs has to say about some of these things. I'd love to hear what you might have to say as well...

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Love

"Place me like a seal over your heart,
like a seal on your arm;
for love is as strong as death,
its jealousy unyielding as the
grave.
It burns like blazing fire,
like a mighty flame.
Many waters cannot quench love;
rivers cannot wash it away.
If one were to give
all the wealth of his house for love,
it would be utterly scorned."

~Song of Solomon 8:6-7

Wednesday, February 07, 2007

Food for Thought...

In an age of political correctness, here's another helping of some interesting food for thought...

"The Racial Politics of Speaking Well" - New York Times

Do you recognize the power in the words that you speak?

Hooray for the blizzard of 2007

I've been whining about the cold for the last couple weeks. Some of you may recall that I whined about the warm weather in November and December. I suppose I'm just getting a taste of my own medicine...but this past weekend, seriously. What did I do to deserve days of subzero temperatures, grey skies, and blizzard-like conditions? The roommates and I made the most of it, rediscovering our movie collection and bonding like a frozen little family. We even braved the elements...



...for about 20 minutes or so until it was too cold to play outside. I think we had more fun running around the house and getting our snow gear on than when we were actually frolicking in the fluffy white stuff. But I suppose that's to be expected in our house. You never know what treasures we'll find lurking in our closets and the attic. It's like a giant dress-up box, which we love. Cuz we're girls. And we do. You've seen our theme parties. You know it's true. I'm sure you all have secret stashes lying around your homes too. Come on, fess up...

Friday, February 02, 2007

I'm in Love

With this shoe... Pawla, to be precise. I scooped her (and her matching mate) up from a lovely little sale at Macy's the other day. And since I am "a bit behind the game", I just might spend my impending Valentine's Day with the both of them and a sparkly glass of wine.

If you have any other fine suggestions for this day, do let me know...