Good design, bad idea, don't get bogged down:
Today I planned to write about the splendid architectural spaces in the new headquarters of the United States Institute for Peace. Instead I learned that Republicans are trying to kill the agency forever. Excuse me! Did those guys and gals grow up sitting on their hands when the rest of us were clapping to save Tinkerbell's life? Were they rooting for the flying monkeys?
I'm pretty discouraged about the prognosis for peace. My current preschool students wear glittery peace symbol t-shirts with their sequined shoes and purple sparkle nail polish. The peace symbol seems to be enjoying a marketing resurgence while the real concept gets flushed. This could send me into a real slough of despair, except that I would have to admit never reading Pilgrim's Progress even though I wanted to be Jo March when I grew up, nor can I pronounce "slough", which seems to be the past tense of creamy cole slaw when it gets too warm and runny and potentially bacteria-filled at the picnic.
Keeping me out of the slaw-slew-slow-bog, I'm celebrating not having to use the plunger at work yet this week. Also, Eeyore the tailless squirrel just ran across my patio fence top.
In the dean's address to the graduating students of the Elliott School of International Affairs at GWU, he kept it simple. Go forth, he told them:
The employees of the U.S. Institute for Peace have a softball team, just like every other agency and Congressional staff in D.C. The U.S.I.P. folks work hard and play hard. Their team is named the Screaming Hawks.
I love the building. I love the agency and its mission. Glad, too, that my son is still employed there for the summer.
Let's choose for peace, and not just for cheapo t-shirts. SAVE WORLD, HAVE FUN.
© 2011 Nancy L. Ruder