Tuesday, May 31, 2005

Justice Transition

Gara is here. Adventures are being had and our Justice Transition has begun once more- handing over Rotterdam and Cairo. Tom and I will have both spent considerable time in Australia, Ireland, The Netherlands and Egypt- and swapped Europe to Africa twice each. As you may guess the words "fundamental" and "justice" are falling thick and fast. Peace

Wednesday, May 25, 2005

After AIESEC; my next steps into the unknown


Photos by Tom Weaver

Since the international elections in IPM Romania 2005, my search for a path forward after AIESEC has become a practical necessity as the end date to my @ life was stamped JULY 31st 2005. I have had long term plans for the last six years of my life; since an intense period of changing environments, experiences and reflection resulted in my first major discovery moments and the beginning of this path. My plans mapped out the journey I wanted to walk in a number of dimensions, as an attempt at a holistic vision for my life, and ranged from my AIESEC time well into the future. They changed as I learnt more about my individuality and further constructed my worldview. However, the AIESEC period has remained more or less constant as I have walked it- and by chance mentions being “Director on AI in 04-05”. The plans after @ were more dynamic as my long-term career ambition evolved from working in Epidemic Disease in the WHO, to NGO- consulting, to founding a new type of University.

The search for those fabled cross-roads, where Aristotle’s says your passions and the needs of your world meet to mark your vocation, has been a vital part of my journey. This journey has, by more than chance alone, ranged across 36 countries and covered equal expanses of doubt and discovery within myself. For a long while I rested my ambition on the expectations of others- and found happy compromises that seemed to satisfy me, those around me, and the “practical reality” in which we live; economically and socially. However, in the last few months my deeper self has been growing louder in discontent. The whisper of “maybe” in a greater potential raged with equally growing waves of doubt until I have been little room for individual thought, reflection and creation. I wondered if it was the Icarus in me- or whether I was merely sharing the essence of every dreamer; those burning embers of hope which give life meaning and energy and cannot be divorced from the soul without extinguishing it completely. After much aversion I began to realize that the choice has already been made in me, and this was clarified through another reworking of my vision and plans. And thus I decided finally that I would head to Cairo on September 1st 2005 for a period of 4-6 months self-directed learning. In these months I do not plan to enroll in university nor employment, rather I will pursue independent creation, study and reflection. I shall commit most of my time to reading and writing philosophy- in an attempt to express the underlying philosophy and ideological framework that forms my understanding of humanity, consciousness and human development. I hope it will also be a remarkably reflective period of my life as it concludes a large chapter of my story and will involve planting the experiences and relationships that have marked its pages to ensure they survive well into the future.

Cairo is the perfect location for two essential and four additional but wonderfully beneficial reasons. The essential factors is that it is pretty much the only place I can afford to rent an apartment with a decent internet connection yet can still travel back to Europe cheaply. The wonderfully beneficial reasons are 1- Egypt is a country with a wealth of incredible experiences to be had, 2- gaining insights into the Islamic and Arab worlds, as well as a specific induction into a very different cultural space, 3- it will be Ramadan and a great opportunity for a physical and mental fast, 4- I have just had two incredible weeks there and there seems to be really cool people in Cairo and a electric environment. So, a few more months here, followed by a month in Hungary and Romania having victory travels with some AI mates and I will be riding a one-way ticket to Cairo.




And then? I believe the next step for me will be in applying a subset of this broader philosophy into a “practical” field. At the moment this looks like it could be in graduate study writing on learning environments and human development, or working in corporate leadership development; both as stepping stones to positions where curricula and learning spaces can be created- and perhaps even founding university in the long-term. The important conclusion for me is the realization that whatever form I find to express in my career I would essentially be a philosopher. I draw this distinction as I hold paramount the conscious and endless search for deeper understanding, to shape my life around this understanding and to communicate whatever learnings I gain in whichever way can prove more beneficial for my community. At worst after the six months of purely choice based life then this broader philosophical enquiry returns to a lifelong hobby. At best it will grow into a means where I can integrate my life more fully and study, write and speak on the field of my passion, as a student, teacher, writer and lecturer. A choice which doesn’t find an easy fit in my generation and culture; where philosophy is so academic and spirituality is so institutionalized.

I feel a calling in the world I see around me; in the wasteful divisions between our common community, in the lack of long term perspective for our common environment, and in the lack of a meaningful path for individual and collective development. I believe answers lie in renewed philosophies and that in the search for such a solution I can find the greatest contribution and the greatest fulfillment. Thus I seek this understanding with my full commitment even if it only finds benefit for me although my hope is, and shall always be, many times greater. For those seeking to share this path of discovery I hope you will join me in dialogue for at least my Egypt days where learning is paramount and all perspectives welcome.

Peace

Arthur

"I went into the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep, and suck out all the marrow of life. To put to rout all that was not life, and not, when I have come to die, discover that I had not lived."
-Henry David Thoreau, Walden

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Wednesday, May 11, 2005

Dublin Reflections



Im in Dublin on an AIESEC visit, my first time back since I finished my MCP term and left for South Africa two years ago. As I walk the streets Im bombarded by so many memories- although in my mind it's never really this sunny- I have a perpetual image of Dublin in the dark and the wet, the Liffey glowing a dull green in fluorescent reflection of towering lampposts. Two years and twenty odd countries have passed; Dublin looks newer and I feel much older.

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Tuesday, May 10, 2005

A fleeting victory

Across Europe governments are leading celebrations for the 60-year anniversary of Victory in Europe. They remember the victory over the Nazi's and the millions who lie in the ground because of the struggle. I fear that in this remembrance we look back, not forward, we remember who died, not how can we ensure that our children will not pay the same price. We recall a victory over oppression as if it that war had really ended- we forget it was just a critical battle against the ongoing enemy- a darkness of corruption and hate whose elements reside in all human society. In 1926 in Weimar Germany an author Herman Hesse captured the essence of this misguided focus in part of his genius fiction "Steppenwolf"- the cruel unfolding of history has proved it's worth.

"Now and again I have expressed the opinion that every nation, and even every person, would do better, instead of rocking himself to sleep with political catchwords about war guilt, to ask himself how far his own faults and negligences and evil tendencies are guilty of the war and all the other wrongs of the world, and that therein lies the only possible means of avoiding the next war. They don't forgive me that, for, of course, they are themselves all guiltless, the Kaiser, the generals, the trade magnates, the politicians, the papers. Not one of them has the least thing to blame himself for. Not one has any guilt. One might believe that everything was for the best, even though a few million men lie under the ground. And mind you, Hermine, even though such abusive articles cannot annoy me any longer, they often sadden me all the same. Two-thirds of my countrymen read this kind of newspaper, read things written in this tone every morning and every night, are every day worked up and admonished and incited, and robbed of their peace of mind and better feelings by them, and the end and aim of it all is to have the war over again, the next war that draws nearer and nearer, and it will be a good deal more horrible than the last. All that is perfectly clear and simple. Anyone could comprehend it and reach the same conclusion after a moment's reflection. But nobody wants to. Nobody wants to avoid the next war, nobody wants to spare himself and his children the next holocaust if this be the cost. To reflect for one moment, to examine himself for a while and ask what share he has in the world's confusion and wickedness--look you, nobody wants to do that. And so there's no stopping it, and the next war is being pushed on with enthusiasm by thousands upon thousands day by day. It has paralyzed me since I knew it, and brought me to despair. I have no country and no ideals left. All that comes to nothing but decorations for the gentlemen by whom the next slaughter is ushered in." - Hesse, 1926

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B-17 Flying Fortresses over Neumunster, Germany, on April 13, 1945. Posted by Hello

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Friday, May 06, 2005

Take a quick look inside

I was engaging in a little blog narcissism by checking out where people come to this site from. Besides the nomadlife motherland and google searches for my name there are a few little x-files mysteries in this list. This blog appears

2nd when searching for; "rain defeat":
9th when searching for: "Battle of Forum Gallorum"
6th when searching for: arthur, humanity (a fundamental victory on all but 5 other Arthurs)
6th when searching for: listen, hallelujah, jeff buckley, blog: # 6
2nd when searching for: liter, figher (in arabic)

Im not sure if its weirder that my blog appears under these searches at all or that people who were obviously looking for something specific thought my site would deliver anything relevant. And what is Liter Figher? A little Egyptian help?

I have a quiet weekend in R'dam and some major thinking to do; contemplating next steps, philosophizing on some fundamentals and generally resolving things. I will be listening to a lot of Slowhill (Finnish) and Anima Sound System (Hungarian), reading much Herman Hesse and VS Naipaul, meditating and answering questions by releasing white and black smoke for yes and no, Papal style.

Peace to all of you who stand at a cross roads knowing life will never again be the same. Weekend Up.


A little Dali for mothersday. A salute to all those who have born, raised, let go of and rediscovered their children.

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Thursday, May 05, 2005

Worst Blog in the World

You know blogs are taking over when.... You're writing your own blog, deep in a heated discussion on a group blog, come out of an IS strategy meeting on @ blogs, and writing to Dody about the future of blogging, all in the same day.

For more gas about how huge blogging is go everywhere else- now Im talking about the Worst Blog in the World. The Oracle suggests quite a few standard blogs who say "gee isnt it funny, google says Im the worst blog in the world" yah yah yah nice one- it's like having a name that rhymes with Ted Bundy. Then there's a Canadian joke- a thousand young Canadian orphans laughing in unison on that one... Enough said. But where is the worst blog in the world??

This is pretty rough , entitled "This blog hurts your eyes; on the internet you can hear me whine". Looks like a branding experiment put together after downing a bottle of Jack and yelling at the sea for a few hours.

Byron Crawford reckons that this "Wins the award for the worst blog in the world that lasted for exactly one day and was aborted". And although Crunk Juice Jnr gets pretty close to the title, his blog looks a bit too much like mine would if I only had two posts and was a self-described "young thugged out nigga who created this blog to talk about rap".

Now I'm sure there are evil terrible blogs- like white supremist blogs, or blogs which only have postings about how many kittens they can squeeze into a can, or other very bad news, but Im not going to search through piles of e-refuse for them. I'm resting on one final blog- a blog that I believe contains the true essence of the Worst Blog in the World. Welcome to "The Chronicles of a fat girl named Miss T.J".*

*Note that she has about 10 times more visitors than I've ever had, thus my next posting will be under the guise of a 16 year girl called "Penny Lane" writing from a private girls school in Staffordshire about a certain "Mr D'Arcy".

Wednesday, May 04, 2005

We bring you pandas

Those who take a daily dose of googlenews may have noticed this gem of geopolitics.

"A historic visit by the leader of Taiwan's opposition party, Lien Chan, to the Chinese mainland has ended with Beijing making the island a series of goodwill gestures, including the gift of two giant pandas. The exotic animals are regarded as the ultimate Chinese diplomatic favour, and capped the ground-breaking tour described by Mr Lien, the leader of the Kuomintang, as a "journey of peace""- The Independent

Personally I'm all about resolving the most long standing conflicts through the use of pandas and other members of the bear family. It's also one of those little "East-West" cultural differences- Bush isn't presenting Pandas to Castro any time soon, but maybe...

"US Government misses the point entirely;- airdrops remaining 1,600 wild pandas into northern Iraq".