Sometimes I feel that my blog operates in a vacuum; I just don’t want to think about Trayvon Martin or Sahima Alawadi or the coup in Mali. Sometimes I don’t want to think, period.
Instead I browse through Pinterest and imagine a different reality. I like to think that my cubicle for example is a haven with carefully chosen and placed items that help ease the workload. I’ll post photos at some point. I was apprehensive about moving into an open space but I do like seeing my colleagues more regularly and more informally.
I went to see the newish Philippine Ambassador to the US speak on Thursday night. His background and style are very different from his predecessor, who was a career diplomat. I was one of only a couple of Fil-Ams in the audience ("Have we met? Are we related?" "Probably.") and his robust response to how the diaspora can help the Philippines was, "Invest!"
A dear college friend stayed with us for a couple of days and brought bagfuls of Zabar's cinnamon rugelach. We FB-stalked old dorm mates and laughed at those currently writing for the HuffPo. *sigh* I sneaked away to help clean the chapel with my home teacher and his wife, and then N and I met up to enjoy the Blossom Kite Festival. Now I'm spending the first day of my two-week staycation catching up on General Conference.
The giant deflating woman was an apt metaphor for our collective self-esteem: