Invisible Children

I am really looking forward to publicizing this movie on campus this month. It will be screened at the Hale Auditorium at 8PM on March 8 and 9.

Three American college students traveled to Africa for the first time in their lives, hoping to film a story. They came back with a documentary now called the "Invisible Children". It's about the many children enslaved by a Uganda militant group to fight and kill at ages as young as 6.

I've met people who have served in the very hospital that houses thousands of children every night, people who have traveled to North Uganda, and came back with horrifying stories, and people who are doing every bit they can to help spread the word. The story is so real, yet so far away... And so few people seem to care. Why?

If only this story could have just one hour's news time on popular media, I am sure things would be a lot different. Unfortunately, people are more interested in stories like this , which has been on the news every hour for almost a week. The man had an accident that he is not too proud of, what else do you want him to say? So there are some principle-agent problems inherent in a representative democracy, and you can't know everything that happens among the top dogs in the White House right away. *Tear.

Interview Woes

Interviewing for jobs is like a dating game. And lately, I've found out that I suck at both. Well, thankfully I don't need to play the latter game anymore.

If only there were perfect information in the two 'games', then we wouldn't waste so much time trying to impress each other, get a 'second round', and then end up disappointed on all fronts.

Karma, Li'er, Jo, me and Nick on our way to the 'Special Chai' cafe 

Green Tomato in a small Tibetan restaurant on the Himalayas 

Pictures at last

My camera cable finally arrived last week, and I could upload pictures from almost a year ago. Wow, time flies, I procrastinate.

Anyway, here's a few memorable moments from the past:

Celebrating the mooncake festival


Catch-22: cows are sacred in Hinduism, and so when they grow old and too expensive to keep, they are simply abandoned and left to roam the streets day and night.



McLeod Ganj

No More Turkey

Sometimes I feel like I'm teetering on the borderline between reality and insanity. And here I must use a little sterotype to describe insanity as a state strongly disapproved of by one's parents. Therefore, I, and a lot of other obedient Asian children, often stay within the bounded rationality that is what Your Parents Tell You Is Right.

And today, after turning down an opportunity to go to fabulous Istanbul, I am once again wondering what would happen if sometimes I took that one step into the unknown. The last time I did it, I came back full of scars (literally, on my left leg...) but a lifetime's experience. The scars have faded to become little salami patches, and now they are almost gone. Worthy tradeoff? Certainly.

A wise man once said, "Know Thyself." What's his name? Tater-Nuts (That 70's Show)