Samstag, April 26, 2008

we're all living in Amerika



we're all living in Amerika
Amerika ist wunderbar
we're all living in Amerika
Amerika, Amerika

Wenn getanzt wird will ich fuehren
Auch wenn ihr euch alleine dreht
Lasst euch ein wenig kontrollieren
Ich zeige euch wie es richtig geht
Wir bilden einen lieben Reigen
Die Freiheit spielt auf allen Geigen
Musik kommt auch dem Weissen Haus
Und vor Paris steht Micky Maus

we're all living in Amerika
Amerika ist wunderbar
we're all living in Amerika
Amerika, Amerika

Ich kenne Schritte die sehr nuetzen
Und werde euch vor Fehltritt schuetzen
Und wer nicht tanzen will am Schluss
Weiss noch nicht dass er tanzen muss
Wir bilden einen lieben Reigen
Ich werde euch die Richtung zeigen
Nach Afrika kommt Santa Claus
Und vor Paris steht Micky Maus

we're all living in Amerika
Amerika ist wunderbar
we're all living in Amerika
Amerika, Amerika

we're all living in Amerika
Coca-Cola, Wonderbra
we're all living in Amerika
Amerika, Amerika

This is not a love song
This is not a love song
I don't sing my mother tongue
No, this is not a love song

we're all living in Amerika
Amerika ist wunderbar
we're all living in Amerika
Amerika, Amerika

we're all living in Amerika
Coca-Cola, sometimes war
we're all living in Amerika
Amerika, Amerika

Montag, April 21, 2008

just want to share my favourite pix of myself!

why does it not show?? well, it does if u click on it.

Freitag, April 18, 2008

trying not to shout "BULLSHIT" too loudly between the lines

for a high level event at the UN on the issue of HIV/AIDS, I was tasked to provide my input on a suggested poster that basically links "high HIV prevalence and high AIDS mortality rates" to "more erosion of land" and "increase in attacks by wild animals".

seriously.

I mean, with all due respect for chaos theory, I don't think there is much value added in linking the pope's visit to NYC to rising food prices in Guinea.

this is the mail I've been writing and re-writing and finally sending. I so much wanted to be offensive, but UN hierarchy and team spirit and cultural tree-hugging sensitivity starts to take a toll on me :-)

Dear colleagues

my apologies for not having been in touch lately, I was on mission. I assume it has been decided at the working group that we try to link the issue of HIV/AIDS to every MDG in order to emphasise the interlinkages between the goals and to underline the importance of not weakening in our resolve to combat HIV/AIDS. HIV/AIDS being an MDG in itself, I think is already important enough, but certainly there may be linkages to some of the others MDGs.

However, linking HIV/AIDS to MDG 7 ("ensure environmental sustainability") seems to somewhat overstretch good reasoning. To construct a line from high HIV prevalence to an increase in attack by vermin to me rather undermines the argument we are trying to make. No offense meant, I just feel that along this "chaos theory" line of thought, we could probably link anything with anything.

I don't think we would be doing ourselves and our efforts a favour by constructing such arguments. I'd therefore suggest to humbly leave out the poster on MDG 7 in particular, and be very critical when looking at the others (which I have not seen).

Best regards,
and you know what? as a result, the deputy director called me, happy about my input, and putting me on the list for an additional meeting where all the posters are being reviewed. additional work for me. it does not pay off to show common sense!

Donnerstag, April 17, 2008

the beautiful things in my life, or, the dangers of peeling an egg.

if I hate one thing, it is wasting food. so when I had those two eggs in my fridge before going on a 10 days trip to Switzerland
(yes, UN paying for a training course in Geneva -- I so have NOT in the slightest a bad conscience for being alive and well-paid!! and I do not feel guilty for the bad in the world, either... and not responsible... and I love to work in chaos and emergencies BECAUSE I bloody LOVE it!)
that being said, I did not want to throw those poor little cage-grown chicken-free eggs away. so I boiled them and took them through security and wanted to have a nice little snack before boarding.

did you know that peeling an egg can lead to having part of the "Schale" (shell?) suddenly between finger and nail?????? ouch!

Dienstag, April 15, 2008

fucking hell

a friend of mine told me to be more funny on my blog. to write about my men stories, parties, jokes. thing is, this includes bitching about people - ratting out on friends - writing mean remarks about people I know and dislike. this is for the time being in my diary. PRIVATE!! or, a bit more positively, soapy-soppy emotional entries about friends I love and adore.

don't know what this blog is for, at the moment.

bit I know many people who would like to read my diary :-) hehe, they don't know what they are asking for!

Montag, April 14, 2008

have you ever...

... in the midst of all those good-bye's, hello's and farewell's thought how it would be to leave your own skin for a while and watch yourself walk away?

Mittwoch, April 02, 2008

hafez.... pictures? :-)

«Shirin-Gol can’t remember what she thought a refugee camp would be like. Maybe she thought a refugee camp would be a friendly place where there were people who looked after the refugees, welcomed them and comforted them and told them everything would be fine. Maybe she thought a refugee camp was a clean place where every family had a hut or a room, where there where schools, doctors, nurses. Maybe she thought that in the refugee camp you would get everything you had lost in the war, clothes, beds, blankets, pots, shoes, combs, exercise books, books and all the other things that people need when they have fled their home. At any rate Shirin-Gol had not imagined that a refugee camp was a place where they scream and spit, a place where she had to live in a tent with holes and tears in it, which stank, which had no floor so that you had to sit and sleep on God’s bare earth. At any rate Shirin-Gol had not thought that in a refugee camp there would be no food, no water, no groceries, no pots and nothing else unless you paid for it, unless an aid organisation registered you and gave you a food card, a blanket card, a mattress card, a pot card, a doctor card, a whatever-else-you-can-think-of card.»


from the novel
Afghanistan, Where God Only Comes To Weep
by the Iranian author
Siba Shakib
Excerpt from Chapter 5, pages 76 - 77 in the English edition
English translation