# Friday, April 29, 2005
a:anyway, all of this wil make sense at the end of a 6 mile run 
b:okay I am going to run now
b:6 miles?????????!!!!!??????
b:are you sayiung run until it hurts?
a:6 miles
a:run, walk, crawl  6 miles
a:at the end of 6 miles
a:check if you still can do another 4 miles
a:Nirvana is a 10 miles run
posted on Friday, April 29, 2005 7:09:54 PM (Egypt Standard Time, UTC+02:00)  #    Comments [0]
Yet another friend broke up with her bf. That makes it two for April. I hope my capacity for listening doesn't run out; at this rate, my reserve is going to run out pretty soon. Ying called me Aunt Agony, no kidding; but I cannot refuse a request for help when I can.
posted on Friday, April 29, 2005 6:49:00 PM (Egypt Standard Time, UTC+02:00)  #    Comments [2]
My week of indulgences has passed; hard labour and longer work hours lies ahead as bigger projects are coming my way. Growing pain is a bitch. But again, if you want to be a wolf, be one..
posted on Friday, April 29, 2005 12:03:02 AM (Egypt Standard Time, UTC+02:00)  #    Comments [0]
# Thursday, April 28, 2005
"After the weak departed for fear of snow, missing possibly the most impactful closing ceremony in AIESEC US history, the strong, the Madison and the Austin, would stay an extra night. That night was spent in the house of Dode." (tkrupp)
posted on Thursday, April 28, 2005 11:49:33 PM (Egypt Standard Time, UTC+02:00)  #    Comments [0]
Listening to new album from  Ben Folds. Sounding good so far.
posted on Thursday, April 28, 2005 4:22:07 PM (Egypt Standard Time, UTC+02:00)  #    Comments [0]

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And this kind of photograph just make your heart skip a beat.

posted on Thursday, April 28, 2005 2:29:35 AM (Egypt Standard Time, UTC+02:00)  #    Comments [0]
# Wednesday, April 27, 2005
One unusual part of this Austin experience is the penetration of nomadlife within the Local Committee. Everybody knows about it. And by extension when I  introduced my name to someone, they would say "oh you are Dody, I heard your name so many times before" which put me in a disadvantage; how do you respond to a statement like that.
posted on Wednesday, April 27, 2005 6:11:17 PM (Egypt Standard Time, UTC+02:00)  #    Comments [3]
I'm back in a sunny Chicago, tanned and rested after an experience that's worthy the often overused adjective "amazing".

A chronicle. This will nicely tie up with all the other stories in nomadlife.

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Austin, Texas

"It's hot here; but it's dry heat so it's OK" is the first impression you get when you stepped outside the air conditioned Austin International Airport. Austin baby; welcome to the Hippy capital of Texas.

Within the hour of my arrival, I was annointed with a new nickname, "the dode";ask Jesse for explanation; and finding Mixmaster, Trent, Angie chillin' out drinking in Jesse's "melrose place" apartment complex (complete with kidney shaped swimming pool). This place would witness a wild and noisy party much later on in the day.

Soon after Mixmaster and I did a survey of our immediate surrounding by  running around the adjacent UT campus area at 1 pm huffin and puffing throughout the short running course; we ended up in the refreshing cold pool water at the end of our run.

Chillin' with good friend in an afternoon heat was highlighted with a game of throwing a big yellow dock doll from the second floor balcony down to the pool. This afternoon was all about "getting the cheapest beer available; it's the quantity, not quality, that counts; think volumes". Beers and good friends in a lazy hot afternoon, what else could one ask for? Well, apparent there was one more.  The Madison contigent and I bitched and moaned like a high school girl about the lack of shisha and pressured Phil to solve this problem. The much waited shisha arrived later without tobacco and the ceramic bowl; it was DOA (dead on arrival). We tried to McGyvered it but failed; Esprit de Corp hit bottom.


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AIESEC Austin International Showcase

With the 4 dollar entrance fees what you got was a sold out show of eclectic mix of shows  dominated by martial arts showcase; Wontong showed that he kan kick ass, flying and jumping around showing fancy Wushu moves. The most fun part of the show was definately the Afro beat band where Surya and Fnord play Djembe and Percussion, supplying the funky beat to the dancing  crowds on the floor. I recognized Fella Kuti beat in one of their encore. Cragness Polish dancing was a delight.

Good job Aiesec Austin.

Trudy's

Surya had been bragging about the heavenly Mexican Martini at this jammedpacked bar on a Friday night. It looked, smelled and tasted like Margarita in a Martini glass. Slowly our party of five  blossomed to  35 or so people within the hour. We were taking over the place. Drake arrived.

Trudy's had a policy on allowing at max two Martinis per person; Mixmaster tried to get away with the rule and almost thrown out by our waiter.

The fun marched on to Jessie "La Calista" apartment for an after party. This is where the infamous Sheila and Drake  passed out on the couch picture was taken; It was wild and noisy at 3 am in the morning with drunkards trying to play on the pool; I met Cristina part of Cragnes, more radiant in real life that the pictures you see on Dturk blog;

Tragedy of the Common.
Saturday morning started when I left Adam's apartment back to Jesse's loiterring thorugh the lenght of Red River road soaking the early morning atmosphere of the city. Adam had gracefully agreed to host Angie and I after  Jesse's party; all of us assumed that Jesse's place would not be available because many  people would crashed there. I found early that morning at no one stayed over because we all had assumed the same thing and stayed somewhere else.

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The next brunch at "Juan in a million", which is located in the original main street of Austin, a narrow street littered by graceful old houses. Juan Million's taco definately "makes me feel good"; quoting Adam's heartfelt recommmendation of the place's breakfast Tacos.

Campbell's hole.
We spent the afternoon the Green Belt, a stretch of greens in the middle the city; Mel and I hopped around the rocks in finding the perfect rock to enjoy the sound of flowing stream and sunlight. The steady beat of a drum circle and the strong smell of openly smoked pot colors the festive atmosphere of the place.

I love this fucking place.

As the evening approach, we moved to the Feast, an event of grilling 75 pounds of beef and sacrificing two innocent chickens. I met La Contessa in this feast and she was as dazzling as ever since the only last time I met here back in 2000. Ta - ta would  drunkenly walked around threatened to kick my ass and I asked him to take a number and joined the long line. Celeste jumped on me screaming and giggling when she realized I was there. All of us  ate and drank our way to obvilion in preparation for the next highlight of the evening, the highly anticipated High Society party.

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High Society started just past midnight and lasted until dusk at fnort + agnes residence. The mix of free flowing alcohol and spent energy proved to make a very interesting night; at one point, I joined a group of people staring skyward at the moon and trying to figure out the length of a particular cloud in the night sky; and I managed to recruit three girls to do the head shaking "cement mixture" drink; and let it be known that this party has the highest ratio of hot women to man.

The party ended with saying goodbyes of people leaving Austin to their home; there would only three of out of towners stay until Monday.

The day started with Mel offering to pick me up to have lunch at Mother's Garden with her group, which I agreed to until Jesse pointed out that that was a vegetarian restaurant. That wouldn't fly. Jesse and I ended up in a yummy Dim Sum place after rounding up eight people to come with us.

Weed Run.

While Saki and Cragnes spent a healthy activity back climbing hills that afternoon, I was part of the convoy of eight bikes to go to a weed dealer place; riding a tiny bike with broken brakes through small streets near the campus  and had the opportunity to observe the Austin way of buying pot.

Last Supper.

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Chips and Guacamole, Vietnamesse Spring Rolls and Pad Thai were the menu of the evening; a bountiful dinner to say the least. Ruth's Guacomle and Jessie's cooking would be missed. And we managed to fix the DOA Shisha and smoked it after dinner.
posted on Wednesday, April 27, 2005 5:33:10 PM (Egypt Standard Time, UTC+02:00)  #    Comments [1]
# Monday, April 25, 2005
Back in one piece, report is due.
posted on Monday, April 25, 2005 7:59:14 PM (Egypt Standard Time, UTC+02:00)  #    Comments [1]
# Friday, April 22, 2005
(312) 543 8670
posted on Friday, April 22, 2005 9:30:10 AM (Egypt Standard Time, UTC+02:00)  #    Comments [1]
# Thursday, April 21, 2005
I'm looking forward for this next trip to be away and just disconnect; I'll just have my pen and paper with me to catch some of thoughts; Welcome to ThinkWeeekend :)

- running and swimming gears
- flip flop
- worn out tshirts
- shorts

I'm set.
posted on Thursday, April 21, 2005 6:33:16 PM (Egypt Standard Time, UTC+02:00)  #    Comments [1]
"
Can't stop thinkin musta been trippin this evening
My mind is racing demons and all of my feelings are numb

Yeah and when I roll with my head in the wind
And I feel like the king of the
Dead men wishin they had gotten together with you girl
But you're a dirty little liar with a message of obsession to come"
posted on Thursday, April 21, 2005 6:14:13 PM (Egypt Standard Time, UTC+02:00)  #    Comments [0]
# Wednesday, April 20, 2005

so can't complain much :)

on the wire:



"Paos says:
gunawinata.. .happy birthday.. how are u?.. too old ??  "


abgb - Habemus Papam! says:
HAPPY birthdya!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"Just to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY at 27! One by one you will get there::))

Regards from my family.

Henry

From down here in Liberia, West Africa::))"


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"


Message: Hello Dod,
Gimana kabarnya???
Hari ini ( 20 April ) aku mau kasih selamet ulang
tahun ke 27.
Semoga puan.......njang umur, banyak rejeki,
sehat and bahagia selalu. Pokoknya Hope all the
best for your future.

"



"Happy birthday to you, happy Birthday to you Happy birthday dear Dody Happy birthday to YOU !! :)

Have a fantastic and great day.

3 cheers for you :)"



"Happy B'day babe"


"Nisrin - 82 F (28 C) - Layiing OUT says:

Happy Birthday To You"


"You wish you were here - Happy Birthday Dody :P

Angela"


"Good times old man"


O yeahh... Happy Birthday for tomorrow Dody...I'll call you tomorrow.. hey you're no fun...by the time you get back from Austin you better treat us dinner.. something you may want to cook us!!!


Dody, Happy Birthday!!
 
I can't make it for dinner, but I love checking out new restaurants. 
 
 I e-mailed a show if you want to go, my treat for your birthday.
 
Maria


pppppppppppyyyyyyyyyy  bbbbiiiiirrrttttthhhhhhhhhhdddaaaaaayyyyyyyy!  whew, i said that in one breath, really!  will try ot catch up with you later tonight.


sarah says:
i wore my aiesec scarf in your honor today
sarah says:
happy birthday


Hey Dody, happy birthday... you are old but not quite as old as me.  :)
 
Do something crazy, take pictures and then try to piece together the story from what you see on your camera... hopefully it will involve a hot townie.  :)
 
PS: Did you know that Hitler was also born on 4/20?  First that, then the Columbine Massacre, now you... what is this world coming to?

christine says:
happy birthday dod
dodyg (silverkey) says:
you too; did you get my email ?
christine says:
no, but thank you.
christine says:
may you have the wisdom and all the richest of the world...
christine says:
and crack another marathon 


posted on Wednesday, April 20, 2005 7:31:37 AM (Egypt Standard Time, UTC+02:00)  #    Comments [5]
# Tuesday, April 19, 2005
I am inclined not to throw any party or dinners or any celebration for tomorrow; but we'll see;

Updated:

Off course my friends had to ambush me at my apartment and threw an impromtu night before bday bash;
posted on Tuesday, April 19, 2005 11:38:50 PM (Egypt Standard Time, UTC+02:00)  #    Comments [2]
# Monday, April 18, 2005
"And me: "Dody?"
And L: "Yeah yeah.. your trainee!"
And me: "Dody Gunawinata? Do you know Dody Gunawinata?!?"
L: "Who don't know Dody?!? He is the creator of nomadlife etc etc"
S: "Really Dody?!?!? The first foreigner i met in aiesec?!?really dody that knew at my first meeting at snowing urbino?!?really dody that took a lot of photographs?!?!"

"and PROPS to Dody for making it all possible."

These two information happened in the past 24 hours and although it's flattering to me, it is not for  Digs. Let me set the record straight, there is no nomadlife without Devrim Leonard like there is no Christianity with Jesus.

Defending the credit is crucial in a true collaborative creation otherwise there will be no more collaboration in the future. This tendency of erasing one's credit is pretty common in a successful venture. No, it's not the fault of individual commenter of not knowing the real story but this requires me to set the record straight;


posted on Monday, April 18, 2005 7:39:00 PM (Egypt Standard Time, UTC+02:00)  #    Comments [0]
"The most shocking for me, between shared puffs of the hookah, was that Dody has already ran a marathon and plans to do it again. Hookah and marathon always battled in my head and marathon never came out the winner. Now, it seemed they were best of friends." (Bruni)

And I think it's even compatible with drinking. You can drink, smoke Hookah and run miles. One trick is to start your marathon running cycle with at least 10 miles single run. It doesn't matter how long it takes you or whether you have to crawl to finish it. Complete 10 miles and your subsequent smaller runs will be much easier. And if you can run 10 miles, you can complete a marathon; Past that magic number, your body will run automatic and it's just a matter of mind game.

Madison was great through and through. I'm inspired with that good ole "can do" spirit; you can just feel the electricity of ideas and possibilities by people I met there. It's a zoo of infite creativity; I went back to Chicago exhausted but my head is buzzing with ideas like a kid on sugar high; In near future, you will see some stuff coming up with "Madison Experience" on the credit list and that, is for you folks.

But I think my days for wild parties are over. My recovery cycle has getting longer; With this rate of decline, in 5 years a weekend party will mean bed bound rest for at least 6 days.

My session was mediocre; I picked the wrong format, the delivery was sketchy and the presentation software I experimented with didn't adjust to the resolution of the projector. In Saudi Arabia, I would have been tied and hooded and being stoned by angry mobs in the city square. Heaven will deny me the 72 virgins when I knock on its door.


posted on Monday, April 18, 2005 6:55:55 PM (Egypt Standard Time, UTC+02:00)  #    Comments [0]
The Madison experience this weekend is a sobering reminder to be easier on the booz next weekend in Austin.
posted on Monday, April 18, 2005 6:57:29 AM (Egypt Standard Time, UTC+02:00)  #    Comments [0]
# Saturday, April 16, 2005

posted on Saturday, April 16, 2005 2:43:28 AM (Egypt Standard Time, UTC+02:00)  #    Comments [0]
# Thursday, April 14, 2005

I'll be 27 in 6 days. Yay. And I got nothing to show for but broken dreams and miles of failures.
posted on Thursday, April 14, 2005 9:03:05 PM (Egypt Standard Time, UTC+02:00)  #    Comments [5]
1. How do you do both leading and managing effectively?

2. Why are they different beasts?

3. Why you need both?

4. Why you don't really want to emulate Gandhi/Mandela/ etc?
posted on Thursday, April 14, 2005 8:04:44 PM (Egypt Standard Time, UTC+02:00)  #    Comments [0]
No caffeine in the coffee
No sugar in my tea
Just watching the TV
With the sound down No radio on
No tune to the song
And the words are wrong
Your fingers tapping
To the rhythm of the rain
Your fingers... (Zucherro)
posted on Thursday, April 14, 2005 7:47:18 PM (Egypt Standard Time, UTC+02:00)  #    Comments [0]
# Wednesday, April 13, 2005
I just found that the kid that live accross my house back in Indonesia got married sometime last year.
posted on Wednesday, April 13, 2005 2:36:08 PM (Egypt Standard Time, UTC+02:00)  #    Comments [0]
"I fear that when and if the Jihadists conclude that they have been defeated in the heart of their world, they will be sorely tempted to throw a Hail Mary pass. That is, they may want to launch a spectacular, headline-grabbing act of terrorism in America that tries to mask, and compensate for, just how defeated they have become at home.

In short, the more the Jihadists lose in Iraq, the more likely they are to use their rump forces to try something really crazy in America to make up for it. So let's stay the course in Iraq, but stay extra-vigilant at home. "  (Thomas Friedman - NY Times)

This is probably the worst column from Tom Friedman ever.

posted on Wednesday, April 13, 2005 10:38:21 AM (Egypt Standard Time, UTC+02:00)  #    Comments [0]
Departing Flight Information - Friday, April 22, 2005

United Airlines
(operated by United Express/Sky West )
Flight 6979
2h 55m, 973 mi
Chicago- Ohare Intl (ORD)
Chicago, IL
Departs: 8:30 AM
To
Austin- Bergstrom Intl (AUS)
Austin, TX
Arrives: 11:25 AM
Aircraft
Canadair Regional Jet (Jet)
Economy/Coach Class

Returning Flight Information - Monday, April 25, 2005
United Airlines
(operated by United Express/Sky West )
Flight 6974
2h 45m, 973 mi
Austin- Bergstrom Intl (AUS)
Austin, TX
Departs: 8:50 AM
To
Chicago- Ohare Intl (ORD)
Chicago, IL
Arrives: 11:35 AM
Aircraft
Canadair Regional Jet 700 (Jet)
Economy/Coach Class
posted on Wednesday, April 13, 2005 9:45:28 AM (Egypt Standard Time, UTC+02:00)  #    Comments [0]
Digs stories about Cambodian kids signify the tolerance and acceptance of world stance on preventable child death; This is not just limited to the West, but also the East, North and South;

And more likely than not, the acceptance within the ruling class of Cambodia.

The end of poverty is within reach; only if the world acts on it; and I'm not just talking about the West;
The receiving countries must eagerly co-operate; the donor countries cannot  be more willing to help than the willingness of the receiving to work solving their problems.

On individual level, what counts is what you do about it; Everybody feels bad when a child dies of preventable diseases but very few will lift a finger to do anything about it;
posted on Wednesday, April 13, 2005 9:09:23 AM (Egypt Standard Time, UTC+02:00)  #    Comments [0]
# Tuesday, April 12, 2005
Do disclaimer;

The purpose of Leadership is to generate chaos;
The purpose of Management is to tame chaos;

Leading is sexier (fashion);

Leading vs Managing, not leader vs manager; A leader manage, a manager leads; Everybody is doing one or the other at one point;

You can outsource management, you cannot outsource leadership;

Looking for the past great leaders as an example is futile; because they were born in the context that is no longer exist today; Gandhi is great, but there can only be one Gandhi;

You manage your career, you lead your life;

Anyone of us can call out a name of a great leader and some of us must have heard that name; The same effect does not apply to great manager;

Separating leading with managing doesn't make sense; it's like listening Britney Spears singing Imagine and concluding her version is better than John's.

If things doesn't get done, start to manage; If things aren't going nowhere, start to lead;



posted on Tuesday, April 12, 2005 12:14:22 AM (Egypt Standard Time, UTC+02:00)  #    Comments [3]
# Monday, April 11, 2005
"Here's a score card of the key multiplying scandals involving DeLay. Each malefaction is rated on a scale of one to 10 for its stench and the trouble it will possibly cause." (slate)
posted on Monday, April 11, 2005 9:00:28 PM (Egypt Standard Time, UTC+02:00)  #    Comments [1]
# Sunday, April 10, 2005
resist somebody's girl's advances next time; nothing good come out of it.
posted on Sunday, April 10, 2005 9:37:07 AM (Egypt Standard Time, UTC+02:00)  #    Comments [6]
# Friday, April 08, 2005

Tarakan Island, Indonesia. The red circle is the tiny city (it will take you about 20 minutes to drive the main road of the city). My house at the edge of the water.

You can see scattered smaller villages various parts of the island (always near water), connected by small roads (white faint lines). The rest of the island are jungles.

Main production: Oil fields, fish, shrimps, lobsters, logging and smuggling :)

One airport, two anti aircraft military base, one cinema, 10 "hotels", one of the largest "red district" area in the whole province.

It's not necessarily a paradise, but the air is sweet, the water's fresh, and it's 365 days of 70 degrees and sunshines; home sweet home; Grew up here for 13 years; I was born in an even smaller island about 400 kms north.

In Indonesia, if the city folks know where I come from, I fall into the category of "Orang Kampung" (translation: Village People), the simple types that dictators usually praise as "my great people".

posted on Friday, April 08, 2005 2:49:03 AM (Egypt Standard Time, UTC+02:00)  #    Comments [0]
# Wednesday, April 06, 2005

Thanks to google maps, http://maps.google.com/maps?q=850+North+State,Chicago+IL&ll=41.898444,-87.628219&spn=0.031114,0.042658&t=k&hl=en.

 This is my short running path, about 1.35 miles each way.

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Weekend run (around 7.3 miles each way)

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Simply one of the most breathtaking running track you can get.

posted on Wednesday, April 06, 2005 8:38:55 AM (Egypt Standard Time, UTC+02:00)  #    Comments [3]
"Saladin withdrew to his capital at Damascus. Soon, the long campaigning seasons and the endless hours in the saddle caught up with him, and he died. While his relatives were already scrambling for pieces of the empire, his friends found that the most powerful and most generous ruler in the Muslim world had not left enough money to pay for his grave." (Saladin)

This is the story behind Kingdom of Heaven, a new quasi history flick by Ridley Scott.
posted on Wednesday, April 06, 2005 8:23:50 AM (Egypt Standard Time, UTC+02:00)  #    Comments [0]
Thomas Friedman, the Pulitzer winning columnist from the New York Times has a new book out titled "The World is Flat".

The New York Times Sunday Magazine has an excerpt here.

This is the essence of his book.

"This has been building for a long time. Globalization 1.0 (1492 to 1800) shrank the world from a size large to a size medium, and the dynamic force in that era was countries globalizing for resources and imperial conquest. Globalization 2.0 (1800 to 2000) shrank the world from a size medium to a size small, and it was spearheaded by companies globalizing for markets and labor. Globalization 3.0 (which started around 2000) is shrinking the world from a size small to a size tiny and flattening the playing field at the same time. And while the dynamic force in Globalization 1.0 was countries globalizing and the dynamic force in Globalization 2.0 was companies globalizing, the dynamic force in Globalization 3.0 -- the thing that gives it its unique character -- is individuals and small groups globalizing. Individuals must, and can, now ask: where do I fit into the global competition and opportunities of the day, and how can I, on my own, collaborate with others globally? But Globalization 3.0 not only differs from the previous eras in how it is shrinking and flattening the world and in how it is empowering individuals. It is also different in that Globalization 1.0 and 2.0 were driven primarily by European and American companies and countries. But going forward, this will be less and less true. Globalization 3.0 is not only going to be driven more by individuals but also by a much more diverse -- non-Western, nonwhite -- group of individuals. In Globalization 3.0, you are going to see every color of the human rainbow take part."

Take note on his take on Globalization 3.0 "individuals and small groups globalizing".

He's talking about small geographically distributed cells, where the organizing principal that we are used to in G2 (Globalization 2.0) starts to break down.

These cells operates independently with redundant functions; The old command and control model doesn't work; What we have is an adhoc collaboration between disparate cells contributing their expertise to a common goal, with capital and knowledge sharing flows to the areas where its needed; Task assignments are being bid, instead of being assigned;

The pace of each cell is different, working in sync with their local condition but also depending on the current collaboration they are in.

By its nature, each cell is small; if it grows too big, it will split itself into two; This arrangement allows a faster and direct decision making process because the layer of organization you have is at most 1. The functions you will see in each cell is Principal(s) and Satelites and that's it.

Loyalty between each cells doesn't exist; What matters is the survival of each individual cells; Which in turns making each cells extremely pragmatic in their collaboration; anything that is beneficial to them will be executed.

If you are observing cell collaboration from the outside, what you see is an apparent of chaos, with information flows flying all over the place; with many things run in paralel between local market and global market. These forms are thriving in a virtually frictionless flow of capital and information available today.

Each cell treats their local market equally with their global market; because their local market is another source of different ideas and innovations that they can interact directly physically on a day to day basis.
posted on Wednesday, April 06, 2005 7:08:44 AM (Egypt Standard Time, UTC+02:00)  #    Comments [2]

http://www.april22nd.com/

That's what's I'm talking about.
posted on Wednesday, April 06, 2005 6:52:48 AM (Egypt Standard Time, UTC+02:00)  #    Comments [0]
# Tuesday, April 05, 2005

ARRRRRGGGG


GGGHHHHHHH


HHHHHHHHHH


HHHHHHHHHH


HHHHHHHHHH


HHHHHHHHHH


HHHHHHHHHH


HHHHHHHH!!!!


!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

posted on Tuesday, April 05, 2005 5:47:49 AM (Egypt Standard Time, UTC+02:00)  #    Comments [0]
# Monday, April 04, 2005
posted on Monday, April 04, 2005 9:36:01 PM (Egypt Standard Time, UTC+02:00)  #    Comments [4]

French philosopher and journalist Benrad-Henry Levy wrote a seminal book on forgotten wars titled "War, evil and the end of history", chronicling his various travel to the low intesity war around the world (SriLanka, Angola, Burundi, Colombia, and more) where the vision of hell is turned to reality.

An American writer Robert Young Pelton write "The Hunter, the hammer and heaven: Journeys to the world gone mad" travelled to aftermath of Sierra Leone, to the midst of second Russian invasion to Checnya, and the post Executive Outcome scandal in Bougenville, Papua New Guinea.

I very much recommend you to read these two books about these conflicts that are still raging for decades and constantly consume any vision of hope for peace in their region. What both books bring is a horiffic and vivid description of "we are in worse shit than we thought" concept and why the good intention of peace process and diplomacy might looks good on paper and newspaper headline, but simply doesn't matter to the parties involved on the ground, locked in a dance of death and distruction that lasts for generations, so long that most people involved have forgotten why the conflict started in the first place. War is simply what you do.

Excerpts from "War, Evil and End of history"

"And the Muslim engineer who tells about the impossible situation of his community, the third group on the island and, perhaps, the most threatened: "we speak Tamil, but we are not Tamil, and even are we Tigesr - they see us as false friends, they hate us, rob us" Muslims as excluded outsiders? Islam caught in the crossfire of Buddhism and Hiduism?" (On Sri Lanka Tamil Tiger conflict - the innovator of sucide bombers)

"The second camp came after a year. It was a training camp still in the Wanni. They taught the women who, like me, were not virgins to spend a day with a grenade in our vagina. They put replicas of the suicde-vest on our backs-those big heavy vests, stuffed with dynamite, with a detonator, a cable , and stell balls, which the Leader himself had conceived of after seeing them at the cinema in a Rambo movie" (from a repentant Tiger Tamil female suicide bomber trainee)

"I ended up simply asking a taxi to drive me south, and teh driver replied yes, okay, the roads are good in Burundi- but on one condition, and only one, which he clung to quite adamantly: that we make teh journey on a Saturday.

"Why Saturday? Because the "genocidal attackers," the Hutus of the FNL (National Liberation Front) the images of whose abominal crimes the entir country keep replaying over and over again--that priest whome they forced to eat his own penis before they crucified him.... those babies burried alive... those children impaled, sprinkled with gas and burned, in their schoo, by the principal himself...-- are also excellend Christians, generally of the Adventist persuasion, who don't smoke, don't drink, arrive in the villages singing humns at the top of their voices, and they consider Saturday a sacred day, devoted to prayer, on which one must above all not shed blood (On Burundi)"

"Who kills better? A fascit or a Marxist guerilla? The peasants of Querbrad Nain are still debating about it. A month ago the former arrived in the village, the "paramilitaries" of the drug lord Carlos Castano, and killed twenty people suspected of "collaboration" with the Marxist guerilla movement. Egith days later, people from the guerilla movement turned up, the one called FARC, and on the pretext that the survivors hadn't resisted enough, on the pretex that they might even have fraternized with the enemy, killed ten more of the villagers (On Colombia lost map)

After you are done with these two books, you will see why "war is never an answer" slogan simply rings hollow. Violence happens, and most of the time an overwhelming force and decisive victories are more merficul to the alternative of prolonged misery of attrition and tiring conflicts;where they last so long, it's simply become part of the country reality, and with sufficient numbers, became a reality of the regions. Take a look at Central Africa; will you be surprised to hear another armed conflict in that region?

These low intensity conflicts are the cancer of humanity, happening under our awareness, draining bloods by the gallons;not by rivers, because it will be stopped if it reaches that level.

What the world community have set is an unacknowledged acceptable level of bloodshed; a gruesome calculation of body counts and victims per day or per month; and somehow by twisted logic, it somehow makes more sense to kill many many more so that intervention will finally arrive; please horrify us to spring to action.

posted on Monday, April 04, 2005 8:36:08 AM (Egypt Standard Time, UTC+02:00)  #    Comments [1]

I ran a breeze 2 miles earlier trying to capitalize on the eary offering of springs; blue sky, tender winds, and chit-chats from the birds. It was 10 miles yesterday. These were  quiet, personal runs with no one around; my favourite run. It was just me and the distance and the breathtaking scenery along the lake, brimming with newly awaken life after a long winter hiatus. 

Give me a body of water, functioning knees and a pair of old running shoes, and I'll be happy. Alf pre-answered his question of "what do you do nowadays?" to me yesterday with "work and running and ... ?" which I can only answered with one more item. There isn't much choice of things to do in the current path I'm in. There's only so much time and attention span to devote everyday.

I revealed my dread of the incoming next Marathon (May 30) to a friend in post midnight chat over pizza and tea, that it will become a chore instead of an enjoyable activity. Never in my attention to turn this activity to become competitive. Work is competitive, my sport should not be otherwise my fragile being will run out of whack. 

Just sport, no game please.

posted on Monday, April 04, 2005 2:07:31 AM (Egypt Standard Time, UTC+02:00)  #    Comments [0]
# Sunday, April 03, 2005
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And the world mourns..
posted on Sunday, April 03, 2005 2:29:49 AM (Egypt Standard Time, UTC+02:00)  #    Comments [0]
# Saturday, April 02, 2005

Ulli, have we ever met? I'm just wondering because the name sounds familiar but I cannot recall anything.

posted on Saturday, April 02, 2005 2:13:08 AM (Egypt Standard Time, UTC+02:00)  #    Comments [3]