Monday, January 29, 2007

Burma - From the Inside

It was my unexpected pleasure to receive a facebook message from Dr. Cook (after about 4 years of collegiate separation) inquiring about my interest in writing a guest column pertaining to Burma and its history. I must admit; it was difficult to get off the ground. However, I've managed to produce what reads below. Thanks to Dr. Cook for the opportunity and challenge.

I've been to Burma three times. The first was when I was 12. I arrived in Burma's capital city after nearly 30 hours of transit across the world. With hair down to my waist, pink glasses, and a walkman playing Ace of Base on rewind – I was only mildly prepared for the experiences that would soon follow. Within days of our arrival, my cousins and I were draped in traditional Burmese clothing and made participants in a ceremony to commemorate my brother's entry into the Buddhist monkhood. For four days he donned saffron robes, awoke at sunrise to collect breakfast with his begging bowl, and passed nights on a hard wooden floor.

Following this, my family rented two renovated tour buses and traveled via dusty mountain roads and thatch roof hotels to see Burma's northern regions. By the end of two weeks, I had climbed ancient Burmese temples in Pagan, squatted in "public bathrooms" that were literal holes dug into the ground, and eaten in noodle shops with the nation's rural poor. The second and third visits were much the same, except without the extended family or parade. Each time my mother and I started in the capital city before donning longyis and traveling through Burma's less populated regions.

So when I say I've been to Burma, I don't mean I've stayed at Sedona hotel, had my manicure done over by the locals, and eaten my eggs with a little side of Burmese chili paste.

I have been to Burma.

And away from the glittery temples renovated for tourists with gold leaves and paint jobs, is a nation crumpling into economic, social, and silent despair.

Burma's current state of political instability is irrevocably linked to the after-effects of colonial rule. Once one of Britain's most prized colonies (romantically called the "Golden Land"), Burma gained a brief independence under General Aung San's (remember that name) revolutionary leadership of the Burmese Independence Army. In 1947, Aung San was assassinated. By 1962, General Ne Win had seized total governmental power in a military coup. Under his rule, the nation inched closer and closer to turmoil. Finally August 8, 1988, saw the machine gun slaughter of nearly 3,000 students, monks, and nurses marching for democracy. Immediately following, Aung San Suu Kyi (daughter of General Aung San) made a speech demanding the end of Ne Win's dictatorship. In 1990, the Lady was placed under house arrest for winning the nation's vote in its first democratic election. In 2002, she was released and immediately began a nation-wide speaking tour. During her travels, her convoy was brutally attacked by military hires and she her house arrest was reinstituted. Today, she is a woman of nearly 60 that has missed the death of her only husband and adulthood of her two sons in her efforts to find a democratic Burma.

Cook asked me to relay why I think America has been so sluggish and uninterested in Burma's compelling plight for freedom despite our vocal commitment to "democracy" and "nation building". In short, why's America being such a hypocrite? Unlike many regions, Burma boasts a clear leader the public is ready to follow. It's a nation ripe for democracy. But it doesn't seem to matter. The US (and UN) have enacted half-hearted economic sanctions that do little but increase the divide between rich and poor. Those with guns will always find ways to profit. Just watch that wedding video of General Than Shwe's daughter (http://youtube.com/watch?v=s6YPsycc6Lc). You can bet most Burmese brides can't boast the impressive diamond and gold hair decorations Thandar showcases.

The only answer I can offer is that America suffers from being both selfish and sheltered. For most, Burma doesn't even exist. (I was once asked if Burma was "that new store in the Mall." It was a special moment I'll always treasure.) Ultimately, it doesn't matter to America if Burma is a democracy or a dictatorship. Having Burma as an ally? Eh. Burma will hardly be able to balance the economic powers of China or India if needed. Having Burma as an enemy? Eh. Their nuclear program is just beginning, and we suffer little fall out from the nation's current atrocities. Refugees? Mostly in Thailand. Women and children forced into sex labor? Talk to the Chinese and Indians. Burma is a problem that doesn't impact America directly – negatively or positively. So, why worry about it? Burma's not our business and compassion can only go so far.

Half of me thinks this is a lame and unimaginative response to the question Doctor poses. But, the simplest answer is usually the right one. Bono can sign a poster. The Beastie Boys could throw a concert. America wouldn't budge. At the end of the day, you've got to put some cold hard pay-off in my palm or strike some serious fear in my trembling heart, and Burma doesn't do either.

While I am heartbroken at discussing the reasons why Burma's situation continues, I'm more interested in wondering aloud about a solution. Senior year of college, I prepared a fellowship application dedicated to spending a year in Burma studying its migrant situation. After making it to the final interview round, I was denied the research money. In a private meeting, my most supportive professor somberly confided: "I think that everyone feels Burma is beyond fixing."

Silently, I weighed this possibility. With a degree in political science from a top college, and more on-site experience than most candidates my age, I realized that beyond my passion - I had little else to offer. I wanted a democratic Burma, sure. But how to get there? That's utterly beyond me. Save for the studies I wanted to conduct and research I hoped to publish, I had nothing to offer by way of real change. Staring back at my professor, a PhD graduate from Columbia and leader in the field of South Asian politics, I suspected the most experienced minds in the field had come to the same sobering realization.

And maybe, more than anything, that's why America and others persist in pretending the crisis of Burma doesn't exist. It's easy to ignore a problem. What's paralyzing is facing the reality that a problem of compelling nature exists, and as much as you'd like to institute a change – you just don't know how.

The writer, Kobes, authors Last Chance, Honey. The Recipe is privileged to have her share a few thoughts.

Sunday, January 28, 2007

POT[T]Y

A while back, Mr. Beerman asked that identify a Person of the Year. I've been thinking about it every since, and, to be totally honest with you, I've got nothing. But I owe Mr. Beerman a response, so here goes...

At first I wanted to agree with Mr. Beerman and vote for our dearest friend and ally, Iranian strongman Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, but that would be no fun. So, for the sake of argument, let's go with - shit, I don't know - George Walker Bush.

Again, you ask? What, you say? Yep, you heard me right: I tip my hat to "Dubya."

The leader of the Western World - the "Decider," if you will - took the honor in 2004, and, if my opinion mattered, he'd have another hunk of metal for his already packed mantle in 2006. He accomplished so much in 365 days, and I think he should be recognized for it. Let's review a few highlights:

1. He turned 60, and, for the first time in his lengthy political career, wore a black (not blue or red) tie.
2. His once record-setting approval ratings, according to a NBC poll, "dropped well below abysmal."
3. He successfully pronounced "American." Prior to 2006, Mr. Bush preferred a shorter, perhaps more efficient version, heard as, for example, "I believe in the resolve of 'merica's servicemen and women." (Kobes, do I capitalize the "m" if I cut off the "A"? Just curious...)
4. He restated his Divine Right to rule.
5. He ruined the GOP.

In case you missed me

I finally caved into the Google machine and updated to the new Blogger. In case you missed me I'm sorry, and in case you didn't miss me, too bad.

I leave you with this...

BEES!!!!

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

Ultimate Yuppie

As you may recall, I recently stepped up my Yuppiness by purchasing a web-enabled phone. I thought I was going places, hitting the big time, making moves, and so on and so forth.

But last night, while out for a run, I realized just how much farther I have to go to survive in this town. I saw a man running at a respectable pace. And typing on his blackberry.

Call him irreverent, call him heartless, but don't knock the hustle. No, my friends, that is a man driven.

Friday, January 19, 2007

Here's a thought

What would we all do for a living if Microsoft Excel had never been invented?

All They Need Is A Leader...


A tip of the hat to 'Orker #1 for finding this gem.

Thursday, January 18, 2007

It Really Works!

In response to the first Ask Kobes installment, the ever-insightful Kiki recommended that, when complimented by a female coworker, I should "make a mental note to compliment the lady at a later time."

Well, I employed the tactic this morning...and it worked wonders.

A young - married! - lady at the gym usually compliments my attire as I leave in the morning. I always want to return the favor, but I am - rather, was - reluctant to do so because it's hard to compliment someone who is wearing their work uniform. So, this morning, I said her red shoes were "lovely." Her face lit up, and I felt she greatly appreciated the genuine compliment. Now to get the husband out of the way...

And, speaking of married women, the answer to the trivia question, to those who remember, was the married woman at Ragtime.

Thursday, January 11, 2007

Ask Kobes

Sorry, Kobes, but I've volunteered you to be our resident answerer of stupid guy questions. So here we go...

1. If a female coworker compliments your attire, what do you say back? I'm partial to returning the favor, but I fear it might be impolite given the professional atmosphere. But, then again, isn't it equally impolite to not return the favor? Or, perhaps, is it considered a "checking the box" exercise to return the compliment because you feel obligated to do so?

2. Is the sport coat with jeans okay? I see it around the Hill quite a bit - which leads me to believe it's inherently evil and wrong - but I'm tempted to wear the combo on a cold casual Friday.

Tuesday, January 09, 2007

Notions of justice

It seems as if I have been given the writing assignment that I have craved for so long. I have been asked to comment on whether, given Saddam's execution, justice has been served in Iraq. In a private correspondence, Dr Cook asked that I keep my post Iraq-specific, and not get into a discussion of the death penalty. I have attempted to do this, but I feel the two issues, capital punishment and the execution of Saddam Hussein, are inextricably linked, and thus a discussion of one will inevitably turn into a discussion of the other. For certainly if ever there was a time that the death penalty was appropriate it would be for a conviction of crime against humanity. With this in consideration, I must state that I oppose the death penalty in all cases and in all forms, and thus, my answer is that justice has not been served. The death penalty cannot, nor will it ever, serve justice.

Yet this is not what the good Doctor intended from his prompt, and I did, after all, promise him a bit on Iraq. So I leave you with this, as obvious as it may be. The execution of Saddam Hussein is clearly a political move cleverly disguised as 'justice' for Iraq's oppressed. Bush-backed Nouri al-Maliki has done nothing to curb sectarian violence, and by some reports, has taken actions to encourage it. Saddam's execution should be seen through this lens. It was yet another way to incite Iraq's Shiite militias and enrage Saddam's Sunni supporters. Had Maliki been truly concerned with national unity, Saddam's fate could easily have been a bargaining chip to reel in Sunni insurgents. Instead it has been used to fuel the already burning sectarian fire.

Champs! (Maybe?)

Does this mean that the 13-0 Broncos should be the national champs!?

Monday, January 08, 2007

Political Self-Evaluation

On this Friday last, Mr. Lee suggested we take a political self-evaluation. The card-carryin'-commie, Mr. Beerman, scored a solid 5. I, on the other hand, racked up a moderate 17, right between Ol' Bill and Colin.

I'd say both results were expected, particularly since my recent political self-identity crisis. That's right, Mr. Lee, I've found myself identifying with "the other half." Now I am still left of center, but I'm not tipping the scale towards corner store healthcare for all.

Kiwi also offered an online quiz in his recently revitalized realm. And once again, I hovered around the (this time two-dimensional) center.

All that said, I find myself reading - and dare I say sympathizing? - with Mr. Will more and more...

Yuppie!

After months of debate, I finally embraced my true Yuppihood. I hope to figure out how to blog whilst mobile.

Friday, January 05, 2007

We Need Estrogen

Not to be sexist or anything, but I thought The Recipe could use a bit more estrogen. Mr. Beerman, who we thought could fill the gap, has since succumbed to Madame Clinton's increasing manliness (remember the pants?).

So I've added a link to Last Chance, Honey, the home of our good friend Kiki Kobes. Here is a lovely excerpt:

The other day, I was sitting in a meeting with two prominent DC men. They're old buddies, and I'm new to the scene. A majority of my time was spent leaning back in my chair, observing, listening closely, and taking it all in. The meeting was pretty much what I expected. Garbled Senate shorthand talk. Did you see so-and-so on Meet the Press? Ridiculous, I know. Majority leader. Ethics committee meeting.

Etc etc etc.

The polished jackass grin was about to fall off my face when the conversation suddenly relaxed, unbuckled its belt, and began to rub its belly appreciatively. So, one DC guy said to the other, did you see ---- ------- on television? She is just SMOKING, isn't she? And the other DC guy said back,

Oh hell yes.

And suddenly, I sat up to the fact that I was totally lost.

It should be explained I'm not judging. Not at all. Despite going to a women's college it's not like I haven't spent my whole life around heterosexual men. I get it, and it's fine. At the bar, if Dan asks me if I think someone's hot, I'll answer unabashedly. When Ed and I went out in Boston, I dragged every cute Asian girl I encountered over to meet "the best big brother ever." And for guys my age, this works. We bond. I'm a tomboy.

Wednesday, January 03, 2007

Writing Assignments

Mr. Beerman requested that "someone, anyone" provide him with a blogging topic. Well, having briefly discussed Saddam Hussein's execution with Kiwi, I have a question: Was justice served?

While Mr. Beerman answers this question, I will offer my thoughts on The Person of the Year.

Also coming down the road, a special guest writer, Kobes, will provide our readers with an intimate, well-informed discussion of the "situation" in Burma. It's sure to be a treat.

Lunch Time

I am having a double-decker Peanut Butter & Jelly for lunch. It's magical and wonderful and delicious. While making it, it just so happened that I ran out of peanut butter and jelly on the same sandwich. A nice little coincidence if I do say so myself.

And on that note, let's revisit the first, last and only reason why the Internet is worth a damn.

Nuts to that!

Monday, January 01, 2007

Happy New Year