Mittwoch, Oktober 31, 2007

don't worry about me :-)

it is just an overdose New York.

when everything is available, perfect and easy - then, it seems, people start obsessing about stupid things. superficial things. the western culture is - no, not correct. the culture and values is great. it is civilisation that is SICK.

and, I guess, working for the UN at HQ in New York does not really add to comfort for your soul.

but who cares!!!!!!!! I am going home next week :-)

and this is the way the world ends. who cares, anyway.


We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats’ feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death’s other Kingdom
Remember us—if at all—not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.


Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death’s dream kingdom
These do not appear:
There, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column
There, is a tree swinging
And voices are
In the wind’s singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.

Let me be no nearer
In death’s dream kingdom
Let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rat’s coat, crowskin, crossed staves
In a field
Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer—

Not that final meeting
In the twilight kingdom


This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man’s hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.

Is it like this
In death’s other kingdom
Waking alone
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness
Lips that would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone.


The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms

In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river

Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death’s twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.


Here we go round the prickly pear
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o’clock in the morning.

Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom

Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow
Life is very long

Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom

For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.

Montag, Oktober 29, 2007

adjust your watch

it seems to be confusing for the US to turn their watches back to wintertime one full week after Europe. most of the computers here seem to obey European time, also the one in the elevator.

for one week, time difference for me to call home is only 5 hours!

Montag, Oktober 22, 2007

grrrrrrrrrr -- not my day

working for the UN, the challenge is more about how to keep your mouth shut when attending the 100th meeting to initiate a task force to have meetings on working level in order to map the different actors contribution to identify the gaps and coordination needs, in order to support the implementation of a regional strategy - notwithstanding the complexity of the effort.

funny. it is mostly the departments that are not operational that like to look for coordination needs.

and all in all, I think I find life boring. a friend of mine suggested that I should have a baby. I guess that's what people do when their life is going so fine that they get bored. get married - in order to have problems you would not have otherwise - and reproduce yourself, to see the world newly again through the eyes of a kid.

oh, and of course calling it a very un-selfish, very altruistic decision.

grrrrr >-(

Samstag, Oktober 20, 2007

z Basel an mim Rhy

suggestion: to read this post, go over to Worldman and listen to the music he chose for me :-)

me and my wonderful parents. in general, there are great people in Basel. it's not that I would want to live and work there - but being home a bit more often would be great.

and I am admitting it: New York starts to wear off. it is still a fantastic city and a great job, but I long to go either back home or to the field.

first, I will go back home. Basel time, Herbschtmaess - one week in November. just because I feel like and because I can afford it (and guess because I got used to a friendly RnR cycle!)

and when I am at it, I do miss not only Basel, but some other places where after all I had a great time - Kosovo and Afghanistan. Kosovo especially - I keep thinking about doing the Swisscoy thing again....!

Freitag, Oktober 19, 2007

sigh. okay. I think it is all in below article... but why did it have to be a Swiss initiative??

National Post, Published: Saturday, July 15, 2006

UN Potato Heads

A United Nations designation of an "international year" once actually meant something.

  • The International Women's Year in 1975 produced a World Plan of Action to improve women's health, education and employment opportunities, and led to the creation of the UN Development Fund for Women.
  • The International Year of the Child in 1979 resulted in the adoption of the Convention on the Rights of the Child by the General Assembly.
  • The International Year of the World's Indigenous People in 1994 led to the draft Declaration on the Rights of Indigenous Peoples.

But what to make of the UN's designation of 2008 as International Year of the Potato?

It has been clear for some time that the world body has run short on subjects that merit a year of their own. There have already been international years of

  • tolerance,
  • human rights,
  • older persons,
  • disabled persons,
  • youth,
  • health,
  • peace,
  • literacy,
  • volunteers,
  • sports,
  • space,
  • deserts,
  • mountains,
  • oceans,
  • freshwater,
  • refugees,
  • heritage,
  • microcredit,
  • physics and
  • "dialogue among civilizations."

Yet that has not stopped the UN. To the contrary, where the General Assembly would formerly declare an international year only every few years, it now designates several international years at once.

For example, 2008 is not only the International Year of the Potato, but the International Year of Planet Earth, which will force people to make some hard choices.

In approving the International Year of the Potato, a UN declaration described it as a "major event." Indeed it is. Vegetables rarely get the recognition they deserve. There has never been an International Year of the Parsnip, for example.

And as the UN declaration states, it "will present many opportunities to raise the profile of the potato among civil society."

Yes, but will the UN designation do for potatoes what it once did for women? Will the Food and Agriculture Organization (FAO), which is organizing the international year "in collaboration with governments, the United Nations Development Programme (UNDP), the Consultative Group on International Agricultural Research (CGIAR), other United Nations bodies (UNB) and non-governmental organizations (NGOs)," produce, in conjunction with the Idaho Potato Commission (IPC) and the Alliston Potato Festival (APF), a Declaration of the Rights of Potatoes and other Starchy Edible Tubulars?

and will it make for nice pictures to raise some more funds??

Dienstag, Oktober 09, 2007

Samstag, Oktober 06, 2007

just a small post during my vacation

Jede Region bekam ihren eigenen Dialekt. Und alle freuten sich darüber.

Zürcher: "Läck Böbbi, mir händ sonen gäile Dialäckt, ode?"

Berner: "Dasch aber uschön, was mir fürne schöne Dialäggt becho hei!"

Walliser: "Mir hei awer en scheeno Dioläckt üwercho"!

und so weiter...

Nur für die Basler blieb leider kein Dialekt übrig.

Da sprach der liebe Gott: "Jänu, denn schwätzet Dir halt glych wien ych!"