i have officially arrived.

my day started very early with a much needed boot buffing at the grand central terminal shoe-shiner stand. yes, like back in the 1930s. they're still there. so it was me, plus 6 very well-heeled and spiffy businessmen. needless to say i did not fit in AT ALL - however, i feel this was an omen for the rest of the day, in which i actually felt like a real, official, working person of very, very minor importance.

you see, it's the 20th anniversary of the convention on the rights of the child, the most widely ratified treaty in existence (only the US and somalia have not signed on - how often are those two countries put in the same category?). in commemoration, UNICEF is of course hosting a plethora of art exhibitions and events and all sorts of loveliness. lucy liu was here yesterday. (i didn't see her.)

but today! it was the official commemoration, held in the main UN building, with ban ki-moon chairing and speaking. a few co-workers and i walked across 1st avenue to the sectariat, placed our little badges on all the security devices to open all the doors and barriers between the street and the interior vaults of the united nations. that alone made me feel worthy of sitting there getting my boots shined with investment bankers and the like.

the event itself was mixed: i have to say... ban ki-moon? hm. the most non-charismatic, quiet, and low-key person in power i've ever seen. he very quietly came into the chamber, gave a very very plain almost wikipedia-like speech on how the CRC is important, and then quietly exited out the side door. now maybe this is a good thing? that he's not super pompous and self-aggrandizing? but really - i'd like to see SOME conviction in what he's saying. we are talking about human rights violations against children here. could there be a more important topic?

but on the up side, the event also had multiple youth activists from around the world give little speeches, which were heart-breakingly moving and inspiring. kids in their teens who have come from kenyan slums and brazilian flavelas and actually mobilized change in their community and who pleaded for everyone in the room to not only talk about violence against children, child labor, trafficking, early marriage etc - but actually DO something. they should be at every meeting. to keep us from getting dull in our commitments and forgetting that these things have profound meaning.

oh, and did i mention that i actually had to sport the classic UN-ear-translator during various speeches given in languages i don't speak? yup. amazing.

it was actually a fantastic day, one in which i felt proud to work where i work, and one in which i felt inspired to pick myself up and be more impassioned in completing assignments which could potentially change the lives of children. (if even in a very, very minute way.)

and to close, a picture of new, darling little maggie, held by dear friend and honorary aunt brittany for your enjoyment (sorry i don't have a close-up!) :

(p.s... are my blogposts too lengthy? too many words? also - are they too self-aggrandizing? is that the point of a blog? do i need to take a lesson from ban ki-moon? in any and all cases, sorry - please tell me if you could care less about any of this stuff and i'll shorten. <3)

so remember when i went to boston to visit lindz? and looked like a total dork?

photos courtesy of lindz. thank you dearest - boston was loverly.

(and p.s. please tell me you have seen this and this. OMG. as if i couldn't be more excited for Christmas [listening to nat king cole right now, btw]... the whole fam at sundance! seeing newborn maggie! it will be the biggest cute-fest of the century.)

(p.p.s. for more WRI updating... check this out too. oh dear vraneshka! love you.)

welcome, dearest little maggie!

melanie burk, a friend as close to me as a sister, had a blessed little baby girl tonight. what can i say to convey how much emotion i feel? melanie is so dear to me, and i am overwhelmed with gratitude for her, for her precious new maggie, for other dearest dear friends brittany and sara who provided untold support to melanie throughout the labor today, to dan for being such a perfect husband for her, and to Heavenly Father for entrusting us with the wondrous miracle of childbirth and families.

at work today, knowing melanie was in labor, i could hardly concentrate. when i got home, as she was reaching the eleventh hour, i could NOT contain my excitement. i had to DO something... so i cooked. and cooked and cooked... i poached pears, i created home-made creme fraiche... i baked pumpkin bread, i kneaded a loaf of whole wheat bread, i made red pepper soup... and as i sat on my couch, eating the pears over spoonfuls of greek yogurt (AMAZING), gazing out my window at the nighttime scene on broadway - at all the other apartment buildings, i couldn't help but think of all the other families and lives and babies that have been born and will be born that will occupy just this little stretch of upper manhattan - how eternal and amazing and wondrous it all is...

at work i'm confronted too often with the sorrow that results in childbirth and families torn apart. fistula and maternal mortality and abandoned children, and a higher degree of sadness and tragedy than should ever be known in mortality. so to know melanie safely gave birth today, with a hoard of loved ones supporting her as she went through it, to know that little maggie will now have a loving home to grow up in, it's just too huge a blessing and miracle to not sit and pause and reflect on.

all my thoughts and love go out to melanie and her new little family tonight! i'm so proud! :)

all the cool kids are doing it.

i've emailed it, even facebooked it (wha? i know), and now time to blog it:


http://supportwri.blogspot.com/


to anyone who has not received this petition yet, please sign it, and please tell your friends. this is a very constructive response to the WRI's closing. join us all to keep women's studies alive at BYU! we don't want it to go the way of social work, african studies, and international development... BYU is more than the marriott school!

today would be a good day to hug sadie.

i watched the documentary children underground last night, and i simply cannot get the images of the tragic film out of my head.

the movie documents the lives of 5 of the 20,000+ street children in romania, a result of the anti-contraception policies of former communist leader nicolae ceausescu. as many of you know, orphanages in romania were overflooded, and now as the children are growing up, nearly all have simply taken to the streets and live a completely tragic life of drug abuse, physical violence, neglect, and starvation.

i have seen many a tragic movie in my day - i know i'm uniquely drawn to them. but this may have been the worst. perhaps it's because i now deal with children's issues for a living that it all particularly hit home.

today at work i'm writing up a text for unicef on civil society groups in mozambique, how unicef can better work with these groups to help protect children and secure their rights. this assignment is also particularly hitting home because of the summer i spent in mozambique five years ago, working with kids at the colegio infantil, and seeing first hand how widespread abuse and neglect of children is in mozambican communities torn apart by civil war and poverty.

the point of the text i'm writing is to argue that engaging with governments will never be enough, especially for children. a child is completely vulnerable to his/her family and community. national legislation or even state-run programs have little sustained impact on the lives of children. not compared to home-grown change in communities. in children underground you see how social workers fought to improve the lives of the romanian street kids - but ultimately they could do so little. the kids needed homes, families, people who loved them consistently and gave them daily support. i applaud the social workers and their indefatigable efforts, but after watching this documentary in addition to my own experiences with battered children (in the US and abroad), it is so obvious that external programs can only reach so far.

the problem is i'm writing this text for unicef in response to the donor community at large, which simply wants little to nothing to do with civil society (meaning community groups, churches, NGOs, etc.). donors want to work with governments, and this is where they will put billions of dollars into. perhaps it's good to leave civil society groups outside of the corruptible aid-machine, but at least there needs to be further recognition that it is only in the grassroots that children are actually protected. local groups need support from unicef and others to develop their capacity to affect change, which i know they can do better than almost anyone else. i want local action to be supported - and i'm happy unicef does actually stress this as much as it can.

sigh. sorry for the long, downer post. posting helps me release a bit, and these things are critical and need to be talked about... it just absolutely breaks my heart when i see films like children underground, or come into work and try to politically argue for the protection of kids i knew and worked with - ah, just to see families torn apart and children left scattered and abused. it's all too much.

but just remember to hug your kids a lot - even though i know all of you do :) they're all so lucky to have such love in their lives. so huzzah for that! and here's a scrumptious picture of moe and sadie just to make everything feel all better :)

so proud.

i'm in the middle of the busiest day of a very busy week at work (sigh) - but just wanted to point out the profound snowballing effect that has occured from monday's revelation that byu was shutting down the WRI. when i found out, i emailed my closest feminist friends from byu, one of whom, dearest sara vraneshka, is still a student. she then alerted the masses - one of her most profound talents :) she has truly taken up the call and the fight, and is hosting a save the WRI rally in provo tonight on campus (ah! how i wish i could be there). newspapers, bloggers, and commentators are also now coming out with strong voices of concern.

if you have a moment, please read this wonderful post an old co-worker of mine from the womanstats project wrote. it expresses so many of my same feelings. this is all so important to me, and i'm sad to be far away and swamped in unicef work. but i'm happy the call has gone forth and the response has been so strong! it shows how critical this issue is, and how deeply so many care about it. which is fantastic news. (as an aside - some of the bloggers etc. have taken this to an erroneous level, however, that i very much disagree with. this decision does not negate the doctrines of our church. remember, the WRI was founded by apostles. and i agree with what elliott wrote in the comment below, that this is in many ways a reflection of the short-sighted action of a handful of professors. it still needs to be protested, but i sincerely hope it does not cause undue wrath. passion, yes, but thoughtful, intelligent passion.)

also! i have to mention quickly the golden moment of my week: last winter i was asked by some lawyers here in new york to write an expert affidavit for a nigerien woman who was seeking asylum in the US from her family who would force her to undergo FGM and forced marriage upon return to niger. i met with the woman and the lawyers many times, wrote my bit, and found out yesterday that her asylum is now granted! huzzah! she's safely installed in new york, under the care of catholic relief services, and her life is truly beginning.

so it is a good week for women after all :)

feminism is the radical notion that women are people.

i can't shake this - and i had to share/vent/cry: a few hours ago i received the news that my first alma mater, byu, is shutting down the women's research institute (WRI), which just celebrated it's 30-year anniversary after its founding by apostles dallin h. oaks and jeffrey r. holland. (bless them.)



i'm totally devastated, and my utter disappointment in byu has only been amplified. byu has already shown zero support for african studies - they shut down the international development major, and now this!



remember this article from nick kristof on how critical it is to support women for poverty reduction and general social benefit? and how important it is to acknowledge that women are grossly and disproportionately maltreated and mutilated and abused - the majority of their perpetrators met only with impunity? his article only gave a prominent voice to research and truths that many of us have been saying for decades, and that the faculty at the WRI tried to project to BYU's (often narrow-minded) campus.



the WRI gave me a grant to go to syria to do research on women. they housed the womanstats database project i worked on for 2 years. but most critical of all, they gave an actual voice and call to the world that byu was concerned about women, understood that their problems were critical, and should not be shelved as "special interest."



and now? oh byu - you're steadily making me lose hope in you completely.

these pictures are from the glory days: my last semester sara, thelms, brittany, ali, and i mounted a grand domestic violence advocacy event on byu's campus for international women's day. we had to be so political in framing it to byu's administration, but we did it. and it was a great success. and mom and dad stopped by, and lincoln helped out TONS. sigh. i miss those days. i hope byu students will continue to carry the torch for women's rights! down with domestic violence! help us break the silence!

Gottes Bild auf Kräutern und Steinen

"I tried taking pictures, but they were so mediocre. I guess every girl goes through a photography phase. You know, horses... taking pictures of your feet." ha! perfect. 100 points for identifying this quote... or 5,000,000 for the one in the post title... a bit more obscure...

happy november to you all from the trees of manhattan's own central and fort tryon parks! :)

[quiet] is the winter of our [dis]content

if my blog accurately reflected the comings and goings and otherwise -ings of my life, i would still be utterly ill at the moment. but luckily this blog is really only a snippet of daily proceedings, so no i am no longer vomiting out of taxi windows, but am instead happily healthy once more. huzzah for health!

to celebrate my last week of non-sickness, i returned to normal new york routines: a great deal of working, meetings, film screenings, lots and lots of park-walking (the leaves! the leaves!!!), park avenue-apartment wine/cheese-ings, but mostly i feel that the best moments of my hours outside unicef are filled with an ever-increasing amount of home-cookin'.

i tell you. something snapped when i was in berlin. the combination of working from home, having a loveable someone to cook for on a regular basis, and the uber-attractive glow of food blogs has turned me into a bona fide domestic:


maybe it's also that i'm getting "old"? ha! i will be a WHOLE quarter century this week - and look at this picture i just took with my computer (laughing whilst looking down at my roommate):


old - right? ok, maybe it's just the dark lighting.

but in addition to those scrumptious lemon-lime baby cakes above, tonight i made the best curry possible, and am wondering if one can start a food blog which simply reviews all other food-blogs? i may go down that road should i find myself for-whatever-reason-unemployed within the next year. (not likely, however - unicef is very good to me.)

but in other news, i'm staying in tonight. is this further proof of my burgeoning domesticity + age + eventual boredom? if so, bring it on. i'm incredibly content to step my way into a quiet winter. revisiting authors i've let fall by the wayside, make more yummy food, and simply bask in calm - so utterly scarce in manhattan. my life is so very full: there is a great deal of love in it, i am healthy and comfortable, i feel regularly renewed to learn and grow, and the future is hopeful. could i ask for anything more at this stage? methinks no.

so here's me transmitting love and baked goods to you all from my quiet apartment tonight in upper upper manhattan :)

[oh yes and duh - happy halloween! nowadays the only point of this holiday as far as i'm concerned is to see nieces and nephews look cute in their costumes. blog away with pictures fam! i can't wait to see! :)]

tender is the night

i'm horribly ill today... worse now in the night. sicker than i can remember being in a long while. it came suddenly - violently - today at work, forcing me into a cab at 3pm - vomiting out the side window as we drove up the FDR from midtown to harlem where i crawled in between sheets, bowl at my side, and tried to sleep to prevent myself from feeling all the pain and yuckiness.

since then i have watched a full 2.5+ hour documentary and then fictional film on rembrandt's "nightwatch", whilst (nervously) eating saltines to regain some strength...

and all this rembrandt night watching (literally) reminded me that i live within a subway ride from a whole room of gorgeous rembrandts and resolved myself to go to the met more than i have been this last year. (when i can actually stand upright that is.)


sigh.

i really do need to sleep now! i simply can't seem to. sickness and all that mean sleepless, long, reflective, weary, and tender nights for me...

so in the meantime i'm reading keats...*

*ironic, yes - considering i'm just nigh on turning 25. (weird!) but i'm comforted to know it's not 1821, and i do not have consumption. even if it kinda feels like it.