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This seemed to me to be a pretty acute summary of the past 10 years. It made me think. Maybe it will make you think too.


A 10-Year Dose of Reality


By ALAN MURRAY

If you could travel back in time to 1999, you'd be struck by a remarkable air of unreality. The Cold War had ended, communism had been defeated, capitalism had triumphed, history was over. The Internet had conquered distance, melted borders, offered a cure for ignorance.
There was a vague sense that governments had become superfluous, business cycles had become obsolete, and some broad extension of Moore's law had ensured an ever-accelerating rise in prosperity, ever-expanding wealth, and a Dow Jones average of 36000.
Business leaders, who were popular heroes and graced the covers of magazines in the 1990s (Ted Turner, Andy Grove and Jeff Bezos all made Time's "Person of the Year"), became villains in the new century. Scandals erupted at Enron, Worldcom, Adelphia, Parmalat. The video clip of Dennis Kozlowski's company-financed birthday party for his second wife on the island of Sardinia, with half-naked gods and goddesses serving hors d'oeuvres and an ice sculpture of Michelangelo's David spewing vodka from its member, became the symbol of corporate excess.In March 2000 the Internet bubble burst, destroying trillions of dollars of wealth and awakening us from a technology-induced dream. Then came September 2001 and the unthinkable collapse of the twin towers, bringing a sudden realization that the great clash of civilizations had not ended. Terrorism turned out to be as frightening as communism, and instead of a cold war, we were soon faced with two very ugly hot wars that spanned most of the decade.Then, as the millennium turned, reality set in. It didn't happen at the stroke of midnight, as the Y2K alarmists feared. But it began soon thereafter.
CEOs, whose job tenure once rivaled that of college professors, found themselves booted unceremoniously out the door. Carly Fiorina, Hank Greenberg, Phil Purcell, Hank McKinnell, Bob Nardelli and many more discovered that the corner office had an ejection chair, and someone else's finger was on the button.
China was the great success story of the decade, with soaring economic growth enriching hundreds of millions of people and creating countless new urban skylines. But even that triumph exploded a comfortable myth -- the once-easy assumption of Western thinkers that economic freedom would inevitably be followed by political and social freedom.
Meanwhile, the tectonic shifts of the global economic plates fed a relentless process of creative destruction, spawning dynamic new businesses in places such as Shanghai and Palo Alto, while cratering entire industries in places such as Detroit.
Americans reacted to the reality of the new decade by going on a shopping spree, using the inflated value of their houses to fund their profligacy. Ingenious financiers turned housing debt into an array of complex new instruments that provided the shaky foundation for a financial colossus that stood astride the globe.
Inevitably, the foundation gave way and the colossus collapsed. Soon proud old firms like Bear Stearns, Lehman Brothers, Merrill Lynch and Wachovia were gone or sold to rivals, and others had been thrown into the arms of government. A great recession ensued, and the world's faith in free markets was shaken profoundly.
Unlike the Hollywood-scripted decade that preceded it, this one turned out to be more like the reality-television shows that proliferated during its span. They showed us that not everyone can sing, not everyone can dance, not everyone can stay on the island, and not every fairy-tale romance leads to happily ever after. The real world, after all, is made up of real human beings, and human institutions and history are inevitably infected with their weaknesses. Greed, envy, hatred, ignorance, corruption -- these are all part of the game.
The first decade of the 21st century offered ample reminders that even with imperfections, human beings are capable of great triumphs. The aughts will be remembered for the greatest alleviation of poverty in the history of humankind, as the middle class swelled in China, India and elsewhere. It will be remembered for a long list of technological accomplishments -- from the rise of Google and the emergence of Wikipedia to the creation of the elegant iPhone. In the U.S., it will be celebrated as the decade in which the nation took a huge step toward breaking free of its legacy of slavery and Civil War by electing a black president.
And the supersized dose of reality dumped on us during the decade is now informing a search for new answers, new approaches, new models, all based on a better understanding of human nature. For a time, at least, experience will trump hope. We won't assume that technology can solve all problems, that markets will cure their own excesses, or that one person can overcome the failures of the many.
The hopeful embodiment of this new tone surfaced at the end of the decade, in the person of an unmistakably real woman named Susan Boyle. Never in a thousand decades would she have been cast for a leading role by Hollywood. Yet her performances became the stuff of the most watched video ever on YouTube -- seen by more than 130 million people -- and reminded us that you don't need fantasy to create success. Reality will do just as well.
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Catch-up

Ok. So it's been.... a LONG time since I posted last. and some pretty crazy things have happened. Not the least of which was my sister being almost fatally impaled by a knitting needle a few days after Thanksgiving. Long story. I wrote some essays for my This I Believe class about my experience, and I think I'll post them sometime. But, needless to say, I'm immensely grateful for the miracle that spared her (the needle found the only empty space inside her ribcage, nestling itself neatly in between her diaphragm and lung and stopping an inch and a half from her heart. Yes. Really. I saw the endoscopic video of it. Freakiest thing of my life.) In other news, I survived finals (YES!) and got a 4.0 (double YESSSS!) even in Econ (a quadrillion times YESSSSSS!!!), I have been spending a wonderful (if not sadistically short) Christmas break with my family and friends, and am preparing to embark on what will hopefully be a great New Year. I've not yet made resolutions, because I feel like I need to evaluate the ones I made last year first, and those are in my journal, which is in Provo. But. I imagine I will be writing at least some of them up on here soon. Best wishes all <3 and a Happy New Year!
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Thanks

Hello all! Happy Turkey Day!Here is my de rigueur Thanksgiving day post. I'd first like to share a quote from Abraham Lincoln, from his declaration making Thanksgiving an official national holiday:

“We have been the recipients of the choicest bounties of heaven; we have been preserved these many years in peace and prosperity; we have grown in number, wealth, and power as no other Nation has ever grown. But we have forgotten God. We have forgotten the gracious hand which preserved us in peace and multiplied and enriched and strengthened us, and we have vainly imagined, in the deceitfulness of our hearts, that all these blessings were produced by some superior wisdom and virtue of our own. Intoxicated with unbroken success we have become too self-sufficient to feel the necessity of redeeming and preserving grace, too proud to pray to the God who made us.
“It behooves us, then, to humble ourselves before the offended power, to confess our … sins, and to pray for clemency and forgiveness.”

Great words from a great man. I'd like to share with you all what I am grateful for in my life. I contemplating making separate lists, but I think I'll go for it all in one:
What I'm Thankful For:

  1. God
  2. A Knowledge that He exists, and that He knows me
  3. His guidance in my life
  4. A Savior
  5. His atonement
  6. Two parents who love each other and love me
  7. Three crazy and wonderful siblings
  8. A great and hilarious extended family
  9. Good health
  10. My grandpa's good recovery
  11. Beautiful seasons and weather
  12. The opportunity to get higher education
  13. Support and encouragement from my family to get an education
  14. Hard (but interesting) classes
  15. Easy (but fun) classes
  16. Crazy friends who make me laugh incessantly
  17. Wal-mart
  18. Gelato
  19. Waffles
  20. Joe's Barbeque
  21. All kinds of good food- and that I can eat them
  22. Family traditions
  23. Enjoying family time even when we don't do the traditions
  24. Snow
  25. Rain
  26. The beautiful flowers and trees and mountains of BYU campus
  27. Art
  28. Music- oh the wonders of music
  29. Freedom of choice, freedom of speech, freedom of religion, freedom of press, freedom of assembly- Freedom.
  30. A nation that, with all its faults, is still founded on and seeks for goodness and justice
  31. Leaders who, despite their faults, seek for goodness and justice
  32. A gospel of peace
  33. Inspiration and revelation
  34. Teachers who have taught me well and made me work and wonder
  35. Books, and the ability to read them
  36. Financial security in troubled times
  37. My cats
  38. My bestest friend Jessica
  39. An eternal perspective
  40. Thanksgiving, so I'm forced to think every year about all the many many things I am so truly grateful for.
I hope you all have a fabulous Thanksgiving. Enjoy it with your family, friends, those who you love most.  I know I am. 



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RE:cap


Rushed madly on Friday to finish a paper- succeeded, printing it 5 min before I had to be at class (it takes 7 to get there. But nbd.) Had a sweet Saturday with the fam. Boutique was a raving success, as per usual. Wrote a letter to my cousin who's serving a mission- my first personal letter to a missionary (the first of many, I'm sure!) Bought a boatload of fan-freaking-tastic music, including: Heartbeat Radio, the new album by Sondre Lerche, Far by Regina Spektor, some Andrew Bird (got that song I posted below!), Senors of Marseille, and a simplistically beautiful version of "Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing" by Sufjan Stevens. Also got a bunch of music from my sister Fran- Draco and the Malfoys, Slumdog Millionaire soundtrack, several million seconds of techno (Basshunter, mostly) which is primo for working out on the elliptical machine, and I don't even know what else yet. And a little gift for all you twilight junkies:



Laughed Out Loud. For 10 minutes. Seriously.
Off to 70 degree weather, turkey, and family extravaganzizing on Tuesday (aka, Thanksgiving in AZ with the grandparents!) Can't wait! 
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Writer's Block

I am currently unable to focus on writing my other two papers for philosophy and economics. Not to mention a personal essay which has just barely come together. And thus I'm writing on my blog. Efficient, no?

Anyway. I can't even think what to write on here. So here's a song which inspires me to be reflective. The man, by the name of Andrew Bird, is a phenomenal musician and whistler extraordinaire.

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Review: "Water"

  



I went to see this week's International Cinema film Water last Friday (by myself... but that's another story. Perhaps I'll continue it below.*) It was beautiful- and beautifully depressing. Directed by Deepa Mehta, it's in Hindi, and set in India in 1947 (although it was filmed in Sri Lanka due to political controversy. It's also banned in India.) The film is about a seven (yes, seven- no typo, not seventeen) year-old widow, Chuyia who is sent to live in an ashram, or prison-like home, for widows. "Water" describes her experience adapting (reluctantly) to her new way of life.

It also focuses on the lives of two other strong women who befriend Chuyia. One is a beautiful, pure-in-heart young woman who is pimped out (reminds me of Sonia from Crime and Punishment... what is with the good-hearted prostitute archetype?) yet falls in love with a noble Nationalist lawyer-in-training. The other is a highly religious and stoic woman whose faith is challenged due to the exceeding hardship and inequity she lives with. As the film goes on, tragedy, of course, ensues. The message of the film is obviously to bring attention to the horrible conditions that widows in India were, and still are, subjected to. The issue here is that Hindu Holy texts are interpreted so as to conveniently make widows the lowest of citizens. While everyone claims cultural or religious justification, as one character says, "It's all about money- one less mouth to feed, four saris saved, an extra bed." Just like with so many other forms of oppression.

My favorite quote of the movie was when the horrible ashram matron asks, "And when our husbands die, God help us, the wives also half die. So how can a poor half-dead woman feel any pain?" She Chuyia replies "Because she is half-alive."

As with so many other films about issues like this, there's no resolution (perhaps it's an Indian thing? I know Salaam Bombay is much the same... as well as Jhumpa Lahiri's short stories, which are fabulous but make you want to give up on love and life and the whole world.) There's no Slumdog Millionaire feel-good moment at the end. You're left with tears and a sickness in the pit of your stomach, a longing in your heart that things will work out right. But they don't- and how can they? It's not hard to see why this film would be banned in India, although it's lamentable. It certainly sheds an unhappy and unyielding light on the inequity of widows' statuses in Indian society. Although it's set in pre-independence India, and certainly things have gotten better since then, there are still so many problems.

Watching this movie just strengthened my India obsession. I want to go there, live there, work there so so so incredibly badly. And listening to the dialogue made me want to learn Hindi even worse. I'm going to go with Arabic for now, but I may be tempted to switch.... or do both (am I insane? Yes. The answer would be yes.) The scenery was so gorgeous... the colors and the intensity of it all. And the social issues it presented made me want to DO something- that's what I want to do for my job. Help these people who are so oppressed and left without a means of support. Furthermore, it made me want pursue Anthropology again because I realized how much of these issues are instigated and reinforced by cultural traditions, and that you have to understand the culture if you're going to make any real progress. Sigh... International Relations, Econ double major, and International Development and Anthro minors? Can it be done? I doubt it. But it's a cool thought.... Anyway. I digress.

In short, Water is an incredible film. After some research I found out it's the last in a trilogy of movies by Mehta- the first two being Fire and Earth. I'm definitely going to look into them. But you should all watch Water- it exposes some highly uncomfortable topics, but it's done with such strength and delicacy and beauty that it's worth every second. Highly recommended.






*I invited two of my guy friends from another dorm area to come and see it with me, for my birthday. Saw the one at lunch that very day- and he said he really wanted to come and was planning on it. So I texted him at 7:30, and he replied "Well, I'm actually at the basketball game right now. I might have to be a little late." A bit ticked, I said "Oh. Ok... well what time are you going to come?"
...
I never heard another word from him, he didn't ever come, and I still haven't heard a word.  Rude. I was very mad. Very annoyed. I'm so done. I am tired of inviting these two (the other one especially) to do things, and them never committing. If they want to hang out, as the first one keeps professing, he can call ME and invite me to do something. And I'll show up. But until that day, I am done. Regardless, it was a great movie, and I would have gone no matter if I had to go alone- on my birthday- or not. I will admit being stood up didn't help the depressing spirit of the movie, however. But I'm a big girl, now, 19- mature, unlike some people.
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I've been waiting for this day since the 5th grade

It's finally here.


Friday, the 13th of November.


My birthday on the luckiest of unlucky days.


I have officially been waiting for this day since one afternoon in 5th grade. I distinctly remember it: sitting at a cafeteria table at lunch, thinking to myself: hey, won't it be way cool when my birthday is on a Friday?!? Lamenting that I had missed the last opportunity to celebrate such a momentous occasion, I then proceeded to plan out exactly when my next Friday the 13th birthday would be. I got really excited when I figured it would be my 18th b-day- such a milestone on such a cool day. I then realized that I had failed to take leap year into account, thus making it my 19th. And the countdown began. And now it's here! I've had a fabulous day so far- sleeping in, cancelled class, watching an adorable movie, Serendipity (which makes me wistful about my own fated life...sigh) with McCall, aaaaand a delicious dinner at La Dolce Vita- yum! Now, I'm off to see "Water," a Hindi film they're showing for International Cinema. Way cool.


So in the spirit of the day, here are my birthday wishes:
-I'll get into the 12:00 section of Arabic next semester... 8:00am was suicide, but 4:00 isn't a ton better.
-My face will stop erupting with zits like the Ring of Fire.... I'm almost out of my teens, for pity's sake!
-Someone will man up and ask me to do something sometime... or initiate communication of any type.... sigh.
-The new Sondre Lerche, Regina Spektor, and Joshua James albums :D
-A pair of brown leather boots
-I'll be able to scrounge an A- out of Econ


Obviously, some of these are more attainable than others. But nonetheless, a girl can dream, right? Especially on such an unluckily lucky day like this one.
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