Sunday May 23, 2004

Been thinking about life, passion, and purpose, and in particular, this seemingly ambiguous idea of one’s “calling.”  Came across an address to members of the military, and despite unfortunate and unacceptable recent events in the news that may have colored many of our perceptions, these words spoke in a way that unexpectedly awakened and humbled me today:

“Your peculiar calling is to kill, and if need be, to die for the rest of us, or to support with your untiring effort those who do so. Your work is hallowed in so far as the cause for which you fight is just, and in so far as you use no more force than is necessary to subdue our enemies. You serve well if you fight not to destroy what you hate, but to defend what you love.

“Let us here acknowledge that those who espouse pacifism do so with the reasonable expectation of living a full life only because you protect them with your willingness to make war. May the rest of us take care not to squander the peace that you now buy with your courage and hard work.”

Thursday May 20, 2004

I took in a shipment of new Dells for Meyer classrooms today right at noon.  The driver beeped constantly as he backed up slowly onto the delivery ramp, but bikers continued to weave around it, rushing off to wherever, seemingly oblivious or apathetic toward the danger of dancing around a multi-ton vehicle.  The driver got visibly upset, muttering that “kids got more sense in the f-ing ghetto!”  It may well be true.  I see people walking around campus, crossing streets with their nose buried in a book all the time after work.  Sometimes they don’t even take one good look before crossing a busy intersection.  I bet a lot of truck drivers are tense these days, considering the news this driver shared with me.  “Don’t you people know a professor just got struck by a water truck on campus two days ago?”  I had no idea.  But I went and looked it up.  Wrong campus, but the idea stands.  What a sad way to die: Berkeley Professor Killed By Water Truck