acts of heroism

Today, social media changed for me once again. As some of you know, I have been researching the ways in which social media are used to impact on political authority in non-democratic regimes for the ISA conference this week. And I knew full well - given the many stories of citizens being targeted for activism and protest - that it was only a matter of time before one of my sources were targeted. I have suspected for some time that several of my Tweeps in Libya have been killed, after they suddenly stop posting following ominous messages, but not actually knowing them, its been impossible to find out for sure. Today, that changed.
When the Libyan uprising began on Feb 17, 2011, a 28-year old Libyan Oxford graduate named Mohammed Nabbous stepped up to play a key role in helping to tell the world what was happening in Libya. Twitter helped to connect me to Mo, as he was commonly known, and to Libya Alhurra TV, a private station that he created and broadcast through Livestream using proxy servers, satellites and other technology to circumvent internet blocks. He let me and many others have a window into his world so we could see what was happening on the ground in Benghazi. As the days and weeks went by, he increasingly became a source for Al-Jazeera, CBC and other news stations as well as a key symbol of the resistance movement.
When I got in last night and checked out the latest news on the siege of Benghazi, Mo's most recent video was taking those of us tuned in on a tour of a residential neighborhood called Hai al Dollar, where Gaddafi's forces had continued to attack since declaring a ceasefire. He showed burnt-out cars, the blood-stained pillows of two kids who had been killed by a blast, bullet-riddled walls covering homes, blown-out houses, and more. As he walked from home to home, he would greet locals in Arabic, get their stories, and then tell us in English what had happened.
At one point, Mo's pregnant wife Perdita, who was not with him at the time, came on to the chat and connected the us directly to Mo's cell phone. At that moment, he was walking around another residential quarter of Benghazi and filming more scenes of destruction, while describing to those of us online just what he was seeing.
Quite suddenly, we found ourselves listening in horror as gunfire erupted out of the blue. He stayed on the phone and was describing what was happened while urgently trying to get away. When the phone connection went dead a moment later, the chat room went wild as everyone desperately tried figure out what had just happened, hoping, against all odds, that Mo was ok. He wasn't. I stayed up for some time after hoping to hear more, but eventually fell asleep.
I of course didn't know Mo personally, but when I found out today that he had been killed, it was a little too much. I know very little at this time about the exact circumstances of his death, but some have claimed he was killed by government snipers, led to him possibly by his own video. I found an audio message from his crying wife who confirmed his death and called on Libyans to keep the station going and make sure that Mo's death was not in vain.
Mo played a pivotal role in telling many of us - and possibly even the world leaders who were gathered in Paris to decide on mission strategy - about the reality on the ground and affected us in many ways. He will surely be remembered as a hero to countless Libyans, to those of us who were lucky to connect with him however briefly and to anyone who is moved by his courage.
Throughout the recent Middle East revolutions, Facebook, Twitter, Livestream and other tools have played key roles in bringing people who are not on the ground closer to events than ever before. They have been used by revolutionaries to connect people, share information, coordinate protests, generate media attention and much more.
But at the end of the day, they are just tools. Their real power lies in how people engage with them for their own ends. Some have described these events as 'Twitter revolutions' or 'Facebook revolutions' but this is wrong. They are people's revolutions during which countless heroes like Mo risked and indeed lost their lives to bring these stories to the world in the hopes that their countries might one day have freedom. Mo left behind a wife and unborn child. No piece of software can do that.
Rest in peace, Mo.
Audio of final call: http://www.nowpublic.com/world/mohammad-nabbous-killed-libya-citizen-journalist-shot-video-2768803.html
His wife's message: http://www.livestream.com/libya17feb/video?clipId=pla_9745ec21-c64d-440f-abe7-a412e7db456d&utm_source=lslibrary&utm_medium=ui-thumb
Star article about his death: http://www.thestar.com/news/world/article/956802--libyan-citizen-journalist-killed

Down the rabbit hole & out the back door

This past year has been a bit of a limbo year as I have endeavored to figure what to do next with my life. As those who know me well will already know, the choices I have contemplated are many and seemingly have little or nothing to do with one another. They include doing a PhD continuing my MA research on women and war, pursuing new research on the impacts of social media on accountability in non-democratic regimes, continuing to consult work with New York-based organizations on women in conflict, starting up my own NGO to support women peacebuilders, starting up my own business, and more.

In typical Renee-style, I have had a difficult time discarding any of these ideas and the consequence is that I have in some way pursued them all. I recently submitted a paper proposal to the International Studies Association on social media & accountability, which will likely be the basis of a PhD should I decide to pursue one. In September, I found out that I was accepted to present that paper in March in Montreal.

I also spent March and October in New York, first for the Commission on the Status of Women and then for the 10-year anniversary of Resolution 1325 on Women, Peace & Security, consulting with the Global Network of Women Peacebuilders, in between my contract with the Olympic and Paralympic Winter Games in Vancouver. I also finished my contract with UNIFEM, where I authored the web site content for their Women, War & Peace section.

In late spring, I also decided to pursue a business idea that I devised years ago after my friend Matthieu developed a little web site for my condo association to help with document sharing, community building, condo greening, and strata professionalization. The result of these efforts is my first small business, Stratasphere, which will launch in a few weeks time.

November also brought a rather unexpected connection my way in the form of an NGO upstart called United Girls of the World. The women with whom I will serve on the Board aim to strengthen the self-esteem of women and girls (as well as boys and men) by engaging on projects addressing critical issues affecting girls around the world.

In November, I also got my first article published in Vancouver paper The Georgia Strait which discussed the missed opportunity of engaging the talents and skills of our civil society at home in supporting those abroad. Both that article and a screening of 'Pray the Devil Back to Hell' have together catalyzed the assembly of a wonderful group of 50 (and counting) fabulous women and men volunteers who have come together under the name Women in Peacebuilding to find new ways to use our skills, time and networks to support women's peacebuilding initiatives in conflict-affected countries. This group is weeks old and I am very excited to see where it goes in the new year.

I also keep getting asked to speak in various venues on some of these issues. A woman in Calgary asked me to speak to her high school students on the ways that social media is being used to promote accountability. I have been asked by Engineers without Borders to work on the Women in Development panel at the Bridging the Gap conference in March, and separately to host a screening of Pray the Devil Back to Hell followed by a workshop on the role of women in peacebuilding. UBC has asked me to do something similar as well.

These are all really exciting development, and the only concerns I have are around how exactly I will support myself financially as I pursue these projects, and how I will get over my extreme nervousness of speaking to crowds. I am excited to face both challenges and explore these new directions in the new year.

With these new opportunities, I have also identified some habits that I need to break, including:

• Doing less distracting and avoiding recurring patterns in my life and instead dealing with things more openly and honestly
• Spending less time in virtual reality and more time in actual reality
• Getting past being nervous and being more confident in my ability to move people with stories
• Avoiding cutting people off and instead listening carefully and with curiosity

With that in mind, my goals for the new year are as follows:

1. Be happy & healthy
2. Take music lessons & live with music in my heart
3. Pursue meaningful relationships
4. Help people in difficult situations in meaningful & empowering ways
5. Find new ways to challenge my heart and my mind
6. Listen carefully to others
7. Continue to explore new places
8. Use my time well, including relaxing time
9. Change the rules of the game

I am incredibly grateful for the people I have met, and the opportunities and experiences I have had so far and I'm excited to face the challenges and opportunities that 2011 will bring!

The Art of Policy

When I was in New York during October consulting with the Global Network of Women Peacebuilders on events for the 10-year anniversary of Security Council Resolution 1325 on Women, Peace & Security, I attended a wonderful exhibit in a part of the UN known as the Delegates Hall, an area that most people don’t see, except perhaps when escorted by a Member State delegation.

Entitled ‘No Women, No Peace,’ the exhibit was produced by a Geneva-based NGO called PeaceWomen Across the Globe, was hosted by the Mission of Switzerland to the UN and consisted of several components, including:

• Pre-recorded video messages from women around the world who spoke about how to support, secure and empower conflict-affected women;
• An uneven negotiations table from which the panelists spoke and which symbolized the disproportionate power held by men during peace negotiations;
• A red carpet with the names of the countries to date who have developed National Action Plans for UNSCR 1325;
• A series of banners with powerful quotes and images from the likes of Desmond Tutu, testifying to the critical contributions women have made in conflict resolution and prevention

However the masterpiece of this remarkable exhibit was a 1000-card display that hung suspended from a cable at least 60 ft off the ground and that stretched across the length of the back wall. On it hung roughly 25 rows and 40 columns of cards, each of which featured the photo, profile and work of a specific woman from one of 150 counties who has been recognized for her contributions to peace initiatives and to the advancement of women’s rights in different parts of the world. Among these cards was one of the guest speakers that night, Cora Weiss, whose insightful suggestions clearly provoked the imagination of the attending policy makers.

One of the evening’s messages delivered by our host, Ambassador Paul Seger, the Permanent Representative of Switzerland to the United Nations, is that these ideas, messages and stories are not reaching enough people both in the policy world and in the mainstream, that they are not well enough understood and that they need to be brought more into the mainstream. He challenged attendees to bring the message of ‘No Women, No Peace’ to everyone, and suggested the need for a song that would become as well known as the Bob Marley song in the same vein.

Being blessed to have many friends who are talented singers and songwriters, this comment piqued my interest. I challenged my friends (none of whom knew anything about Resolution 1325) to come up with songs within seven days that we could use to close a week-long Peace Fair entitled “Women Preventing War Promoting Peace” that featured civil-society led talks on the progress of UNSCR 1325. I also indicated that I would also pass the song along to any organizations involved in this area in case they could use it to promote the cause of women and peace within their specific contexts.

It seems to me that engaging artists in such initiatives hold promise on many levels. First, music is a powerful tool that can help to unite people around a common theme or message. Political messages already frequently influence music of all types from rock, pop, punk, hiphop, raggae, gospel, traditional and countless other forms of music. They have been used to try to connect people to important issues, including poverty, corruption, war, power, unity, and many other topics. Yet few songs talk about the power of women, and even fewer talk about women and peace.

Second, engaging non-traditional allies in the task of spreading political messages highlights useful information for advocates:

• it reminds us of the challenges in disseminating complex messages even to supporters;
• it enables us to see the issues and solutions with fresh eyes and from new perspectives
• it is a model for engaging other non-traditional supporters of these issues

This latter point is perhaps the most important. I myself come from a private sector background where I worked on technology projects for eight years. I am struck by how many people (and women in particular) from all walks of life are interested in using their talents, connections, and ideas to help conflict-affected women to transform their societies from within. These include social workers, marketing professionals, programmers, web designers, lawyers, stay-at-home moms, actors, journalists, naturopaths, and many others who want to engage in these issues, but don’t yet know quite how. To me, unleashing this power holds enormous potential.

Today, there are some isolated, but exciting examples of how artists in different communities are using their talents in innovative ways to bring these messages into the mainstream. One is Abigail Disney who produced a movie called ‘Pray the Devil Back to Hell,’ which documents the story of how instrumental the women’s peace movement in Liberia was to ending both the conflict and the terrorizing reign of President Charles Taylor. Another is ‘The Voice Project,’ in which musicians have come together through technology in a cross-cultural internet musical exchange with their peers around the world to both raise awareness on how women’s peace initiative have helped to stabilize conflict-affected communities and to raise funds to support their important work.

By the week, a number of artists had worked on this challenge and in the end, the song that was chosen to close the anniversary week is a fun, insightful and energetic song called ‘Let the women inside,’ which prompted a number of women in the room at the time to start dancing spontaneously. This song was written and produced by Michael Dewey, an artist and marketing professional for a natural products company who lives in Vancouver, and was performed by musicians Gina Hetland and Iain House.

They not only worked tirelessly to put together this song in a very short time, they shared the message with their peers, are willing to re-record the song as they learned more about the topic, and have offered to produce a musical score for a promotional video being produced for the Peace Fair, which we probably wouldn’t be able to afford otherwise.

It is noteworthy that mainstream media were not present or at least did not cover either the Peace Fair or the 10-year anniversary celebrations at the UN in any significant way. Even within the UN, former colleagues in a number of agencies noted that they had heard little to nothing about events marking the 1325 anniversary. This is a real shame, as there is unlikely to be another occasion in the near future where there is more concentrated attention to these issues as their was during the anniversary week of UNSCR 1325.

Yet it makes it all the more important to be strategic about finding new ways to get the message out, to seize opportunities to engage new contributors, energy and perspectives and to help unleash the potential of those who can help us bring these ideas into the mainstream. Moreover, surely we lend credibility to our own calls for action and for adopting new perspectives to problem solving if we ourselves are open to innovative ways of mobilizing action and getting these messages out.

Traffic

During a recent project for work, I was reminded of an incident that happened to me years ago... one of the very many 'I'm glad I don't know what that was about' stories that kept my parents ever-fearful about me arriving back home in one piece

When I was 17, I went to Rome for Easter break with a group of classmates from the Lycee I attended in France. On the whole, I loved my visit to this stunning and ancient city, with its wonderful architecture, artwork and imperial history. But for several reasons, I am very lucky that I came away from there in one piece.

For one, I still had not lost the Haligonian habit of stepping off the curb in the middle of traffic and expecting everyone to stop and let me cross the street… even during rush hour… and across a 5-lane roundabout. No, in Rome, they not only don’t stop, but in many cases I’m pretty sure that the drivers actually speed up and gun for you.

However there is another story of note. The day before returning to France, my classmates and I had taken the train to Naples, and we continued on to Pompeii, where we visited this fascinating city, renowned both for its history of phallic worship and for meeting its fate at the hands of a volcano. After an exhausting day, of wandering around museums, churches and galleries, and even playing a somewhat intoxicated game of hide-and-seek among Pompeii’s erotic ruins, we returned to Rome by train, a trip that was interrupted when someone apparently jumped in front of the train to end their life. Although we were largely oblivious to what had happened, it took a toll on those of us who eventually heard this story.

When we finally arrived back at our hotel late that night, my travel companions were understandably physically and emotionally drained. I, however, have always been a night-owl and come alive at night. Wide awake and not wanting to waste my last night in this beautiful city, I decided to go out for a walk, leaving my friends behind to watch black and white Italian movies, and ignoring my mother’s wise advice about not going out alone at nighttime, especially in Rome.

I set out on foot from Piazza de la Republica down via Nazionale and towards the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier. A number of times along the way, cars stopped and Italian men would try to communicate with me, to which I would shrug and simply say ‘Sorry, no Italiano.’ The area near the tomb was quite dark, and there were few people around, and after staring at this rather fascinating piece of architecture dubbed the Wedding Cake by my Classics professor, I began making my way back along a side street that would eventually rejoin Nazionale.

As I walked by a small bar, a man came out, and began speaking to me. Being quite naïve at the time and thinking that it would be very rude to just ignore the man, I replied hello back. The man then began a lengthy monologue describing his Nigerian origins and work that had brought him to Rome, while I tried to devise a polite way to excuse myself from the conversation. He eventually insisted that I give him my address so he could write to me, which I gave it to him reluctantly (with some ‘adjustments’) thinking that he would perhaps let me go on my way. Yet this act prompted another soliloquy during which he announced his intention to come and find me in Canada in order to bring me back to Nigeria as his 3^rd (or was it 4^th?) wife. Lucky me!

Somewhere around this point, another man walked by wearing a 3-piece brown suit and hat, heard our conversation, and stopped and waited a few meters away. I was now very uncomfortable with this situation, and finally insisted to the Nigerian that I had to return to my friends. He went on his way down the road, while I proceeded up the street, now pursued by the man in the brown suit.

It was at this point that I began to realize that a small blue car had circled the block several times, and the driver was clearly focused on me. I began to walk a little faster, and so did the man. I crossed the street, and so did the man. I then broke out into a full run, and the man followed suit. At this point, the blue car came around the corner again and the driver began yelling something to the man in the suit. He then drove his car up onto the sidewalk right in front of me, in attempt I suppose to cut off my escape. I somehow got around the car and broke into a full on sprint up the road, with both men now running after me.

I don’t recall all these years later how close they got, because at that point I ran into a group of my classmates, who, as my luck would have it, had gotten bored of watching movies they couldn’t understand and had decided to venture out for a walk. The man in the brown suit took off down a side street, while the driver returned to his car and took off down another road, and I never saw either of them again. Panting and quite shaken, I tried to explain what had happened. Even today, it doesn’t seem real, and I’ve often questioned if my memories are clear, but of course I know they are.

I’ll luckily never know what exactly they wanted, or even if they knew each other. But if I had to guess (as I did at the time), I would say that they were trying to kidnap me… for whatever reason. That remains my theory today.

Life is like a box of chocolates....

The great thing about living in New York is that day-to-day, you never really know what’s you’re going to get. Like when Tillie and I were waiting in line (for 3 hours) for the Daily Show when 6 men all dressed like and wearing George Bush masks walked by handing out shot glasses that read, “Everyone deserves a shot.” Or the bright M&M candy leather-jacket-wearing Starbucks regular who thinks he’s Elvis. Or the wedding in Times Square. Or Sponge-Bob Square pants walking down the street. Or the people selling Sarah Palin, Barack Obama and Joe Biden stimulus package condoms, only $10 for 3.

The UN interns also recently got the chance to hang with Billy-bob Clinton and Ban Ki-Moon (oh Ban!). I sadly missed those events, but did attend a Care movie screening which was followed by a panel featuring, among others, Natalie Portman and Madeleine Albright discussing women’s economic empowerment in the developing world. And if I had been organized, I would have been at the MDG awards where Macy Gray and Akon were among the guests performing at a lifetime achievement event for Desmond Tutu, whom I had the wonderful privilege to hear speak 3 years ago while with Habitat in SA.

The past two weeks have been action-packed, and there are so many stories that it’s hard to know where to begin, but maybe I will offer a few. First, the Commission on the Status of Women was on for the first two weeks of March, and was an incredible experience. For reasons that are not entirely clear to me, this was the biggest CSW yet, with more than 5000 women descending on NY from all parts of the globe to find better ways to fight for the rights of women in their home countries. For many, including myself, this was their first CSW, and on the first day, and it is a rather remarkable experience to hear women speak about their experiences. A lot of the material covered in this conference is not for the faint-hearted. Like the documentary on how increasing violence in porn can be linked to increased domestic abuse. Or the presentation on how the presence of handguns in households following post-conflict situations can also be found to have a similar effect. Or the Iraqi woman who apparently couldn't contain herself and the fact that she could speak freely and got up and told everyone about how she has recently become an MP. Or the woman from Mali who spoke about challenging traditional within the patriarchal society that she lives in that prevents girls from getting an education. A sampler of a pretty intense but amazing week.

I also recently had the opportunity to visit the Iranian mission to the UN with the UN interns where I witnessed an example of political spin quite unlike anything I have seen before. For example, in response to the question, what exactly did Ahmahinejad really mean when he said that Israel would be wiped off the map, the Counselor replied that he simply meant that “if a democratic referendum was held today in Occupied Palestine, Israel would cease to exist as a country as a result of demographics.” To the question about Holocaust denial, the Counselor replied that Ahmadinejad simply meant that, “if one can question the existence of God, why can they not dispute the existence of a historical event?” Perhaps some may view this as a legitimate academic question, but I hardly think that he will make new friends with these explanations. Three women were also present (from CSW) who explained at length how many improvements had been made in the situation of women in their country, such as laws guaranteeing equal opportunity and compensation, strong female education enrolment rates, careers where women are dominating such as medicine and within government bureaucracy. But to my twice-asked question about female parliamentary representation, I got a very long-winded non-answer (it turns out there are 8, which amounts to 2.3%). And after spending 2.5 hours in their company, I was struck by the incongruity, at least from a Western perspective, of the message they were delivering and the fact that they are forbidden to shake our hands or look us in the eye as we parted ways. And also by the reminder that words such as progress and freedom are all relative terms.

Last weekend, I also flew to Calgary to speak at a military conference on two papers I write this year, the role of media in inciting violence, and on the impact of resolution 1325 on Security Council behavior. Although I was quite nervous going into the conference, seeing how nervous everyone else was actually calmed me down, and I was really happy with how my first academic presentation went.

Finally this weekend, Deb came to NYC for a fantastic visit and managed to be the voice of reason when my computer tanked when I was hours from completing my submitting my first draft of my Masters research paper (I was able to retrieve the data, and stayed up all night getting it out). We had a fabulous time hitting the city and checking out all the cool little corners. Until we go to our graves, I think that the words “its in the toaster” will lead us both ti keel over laughing hysterically.

And this coming weekend, I fly to Texas for the first ulti tourney this winter with the U of O ladies. Hope I can keep up! It will be a few more weeks before I can get another post off, but wanted to share some of the stories from this amazing month.

The calm before the storm…

So I have about one week of sanity left before my hair lights on fire and I become incommunicado for a little while. To celebrate the ½ way mark of my internship, I will be spending my week writing my paper. Yay! Ok, not so exciting. But what is remotely more exciting that its coming along well and hope to finish soon.

The last couple of weeks have been pretty interesting as I have been attending the International Studies Association conference, providing a pretty amazing opportunity to network with practitioners and academics in my field, and trying to narrow down a few career options (perhaps one of my weaknesses). I’ve also been getting out for some ulti including some pick-up games and to training with the local ladies teams. One of the down-sides to life in NYC is that all the decent fields are backed by major highways and auto-routes. But great people, and its really good to be playing again, especially with all the tourneys coming up. I am known as the Canadian refugee…

One of the girls I met works for the Stanford Group. Apparently in their Florida offices, regulators have been storming the offices and shutting them down as part of the investigation. She seems to think that her Investment Banking branch is legit, but is nonetheless working on her CV at the moment, and is a little stuck with what to write. To help her out, we suggested a few bullet points: Thinking outside the (legal) box; flexible and adaptable to new situations (and applying ethical values); networking and resolving disputes with challenging transnational partners (such as Mexican drug lords), etc.

And of course the financial world just keeps on keeping on… imploding, that is, with UBS recently admitting to conspiring to defraud the US government and planning to disclose its US account holders, all possibly marking the end of road for off-shore banking… interesting times indeed.

But back to fun stuff before I sign off. So this week, I have managed to get tickets to the filming of the Daily Show (not an easy task, to be sure). Look for me in the audience on Thursday night! Also, Deb and Clara have now both booked to come visit me here which is quite exciting!

Ok, that’s all for now. I will do my best to keep up the blog as my travels begin. Wish me luck! Missing everyone at home! Hope you’re all well.

The days are just packed…

Ok, not really. But I’ve always liked the Calvin & Hobbes title. And my schedule has been a little more robust that it has been in recent months, with lotsa new stuff coming up.

But first a quick recap of the last few weeks:
• Ma and b-stop hit NYC for an action-packed 3-day long-weekend in mid-January that included two Broadway shows (Billy Elliot & Osage County), one empire state building, a certain Statue of Liberty, a visit to one mostly submerged US Airways in the Hudson, two celeb sightings (William H Macy & Lucy Liu), a LOT of shopping, and a walk around the World Trade Centre site.
• For inauguration a couple of days later, I hit Times Square for a lot of raw emotion and celebrations from the people on the streets.
• By some miracle, this year’s Super Bowl actually managed to top last year’s game, and while my motives for cheering on the Steelers had nothing to do with football and everything to do with revenge (but she seems so sweet!) and I was the sole Steelers supporter at a party where I knew noone, it did not stop me from cheering loudly and obnoxiously when they stole the game back in the dying seconds.
• Saw a New York Ranger vs. Washington Capitals at Madison Square Garden - the game was complete with back-to-back fist fights, seeing Ovechkin kick ass, an overtime period, and a Rangers win in a shootout
• Catching up with friends in the city and family that I haven't seen in eons
• Visiting the South African permanent mission to the UN (next week: China and Zimbabwe)
• Seeing Mira Sorvino become the most recent Goodwill Ambassador to the UN on matters of Human Trafficking

I just returned from a fabulous couple of sunny days in Florida, and getting my head ready for the months ahead. I am partying with all the UN interns, checking out the hot spots around NYC and generally having a great time. The rest of February is dedicated to paper-writing, but the pace picks up after that. The UN Commission on the Status of Women Conference runs from March 1 - 14, I fly out March 13th to speak on two panels at a conference in Calgary, Clara visit at some stage, I jet to Texas a week later for an ulti tourney, and somewhere in between I need to submit my first draft of my paper. In April, we play sectional in Ithica, NY, regionals in Princeton, NJ, and I potentially fly to Vancouver at month-end. My final paper is due mid-April, I hope to visit Deb & Rory in DC and maybe Jordan in Boston, and somewhere near the end April, I head back to Ottawa. I’m not even going to talk about May.

I don’t know where I will land next or what I will do, but I’m increasingly feeling that, bit by bit, the answers that are starting to take shape into something more concrete, if still fluid. And while I have had moments of doubt along the way, I’m really very happy with the direction I am headed. Sometime this year, I will choose a semi-permanent home and try to beat my record of 3 years in one city since 1992. Not sure where this will take me, but as my brother once described his outlook on unemployment, with no prospects, “open skies, baby, open skies!”