Sunday, November 16, 2008

stroke!

Normally these posts are several weeks apart, so if you're just checking out the blog for the first time in a while you should also take a look at the one below.

We had our first boat race today! As mentioned below, I got put in the "stroke" position, which sets the pace for the entire crew. I'd never done this before today, so I was a little nervous at the outset. Fortunately the stakes were low--today was just a practice run before the Christ Church Regatta next weekend.

The guys on my team are quite a group of characters. Some combination of me being American, one of two graduate students on the squad, and relatively athletic has led them to select me as their de facto squad captain. Today they wouldn't get in the boat until I gave them a motivational speech ("you know, the kind of speech that coaches give their team at half time in American sports films!"). So I naturally I ripped-off Braveheart: "And tonight, lying in your beds reflecting on this day, how much would you give for one chance, just once chance, to return to these icy waters and pour your heart and soul into each stroke, should you now shrink from this challenge?!" They're good guys :)

After a rousing cheer of "1, 2, 3, MB/Worcester" (it kind of came out as a garbled shout), we got into our boat and took off for the starting line. A couple minutes later we drifted in the water, counting the final seconds till starting. No gun went off and the format was time trial, so I won't dramatize the start, but overall I think we did great job. After a couple rough strokes I settled into a rythm, and we powered down 1.2 kilometers of the Isis river to the finish line. "You stroked us to victory, Aaron!" Perhaps, but the stroke is only as good the crew.

I haven't settled into a sport since high school, and next quarter I'll probably give lightweight boxing a try, but today was a great reminder of the joys of comraderie, teamwork, and competition. What a great way to spend a Sunday afternoon!

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

the wheels keep on spinning

Today I received a package in the mail from Rhodes House reminding me to hurry up and apply for my second masters degree if I want to stay on next year. It is truly incredible how time passes: just a couple weeks away from finishing my first term at Oxford and I'm already scrambling to sort out a second course of study. I have no idea what I'll study. Management science? Anthropology? History? Do I really feel like taking the GRE, buffing up my CV, and tailoring my writing samples in the next two weeks? Yeah, maybe history would be a good choice....

I've spent a couple minutes staring blankly at the computer monitor trying to figure out what to say. It's difficult because on the one hand I feel like there is so much going on that to even try and describe things here would be futile. On the other hand the student life feels very much the same as it always has.

The nagging question of purpose keeps coming up. I have friends who are publishing lecture series for UNESCO, co-authoring briefings for the national security council, running development NGOs, and working to push legislation through congress that would create a national public service academy. The pressure to do something grand, or at least to appear that way, is great. Yet when you dedicate yourself to one cause you by default exclude yourself from others. There are plenty of things I could take up, yet I still haven't found that core passion that I can grab a hold of as a springboard into action. So I keep broadening my base academically, building relationships, traveling widely, and questioning constantly. I spend quite a few days in a state somewhere between being restlessness and distraction, enjoying myself as I bounce from rowing, to the gym, to classes, to conferences, to fellowship, and to the pub, but wondering if this flurry of activity isn't just forestalling the identification that going to help me put this whole deal into context.

I'm excited for Rwanda. This winter I will spend the majority of my time an hour or so outside of Kigali volunteering with an organization called Umuryango, which means "family" in Kinyarwanda. Umuryango reaches out to orphaned street boys through coursework, job training, and spiritual counseling. I'll be teaching english, guitar, hanging out with the boys, and helping to build a basketball court. Though I'm not tired of Oxford by any means, I miss travel--the freedom of the open road in an unexplored country, the sense of separation from all the distractions you left behind that comes when walking alone through new places, and the daily joy of discovery. This past summer was the first time since the end of my freshman year of college that I haven't crammed a pack full of anti-malarial tablets, some clothes, a water filter, U.S. consular information, a few other things, and headed south. I'm under no illusion that the people I'm going to work for need guys like me around for three-week stints of volunteerism: my goal is simply to learn about Rwanda from the Rwandans, and if possible to reciprocate their enormous generosity in hosting me by making myself as useful as possible.

So there's an update. Rowing is also going well--since my last post I've been bumped up to a better boat, and will likely be rowing stroke, the first position, in the Christ Church Regatta next weekend. Though I'm still debating whether or not I'll continue with this sport, I love the training, team camraderie, and early Thursday mornings on the Issis. In statistics I alternate between feeling triumphant and completely hosed, but lately it's been more of the latter. The good news is this puts in the same position as the majority of my peers! I'll be writing up my first assessed practical this weekend, so prayers that that goes smoothly would always be appreciated.

And as always, updates from abroad make my day. I'd love to hear how you're doing.

God bless,
Aaron

Sunday, November 2, 2008

out there

A not-so-random sample of some things going on in the world today. This blog is typically a place where I turn my thoughts inward, but recently I have been convicted by the sense that my time in academia's lofty towers is little more than self-gratification unless it has something to do in the end with all this.

May we stay aware, stay open, and above all, be thankful for daily simple blessings as we seek to live well and purposefully in a shattered and complicated world.

http://www.reuters.com/news/pictures (click on editor's choice)

http://www.nytimes.com/2008/11/02/world/asia/02pstan.html?_r=1&ref=world&oref=slogin

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/africa/7704628.stm

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/gallery/2008/10/30/GA2008103002477.html

http://online.wsj.com/article/SB122539802263585317.html

http://www.reuters.com/article/worldNews/idUSTRE49U0B820081102?feedType=RSS&feedName=worldNews