Patents
Today I discovered how to search for patents onione. I wonder how my ideas will fare if patented. Anyone out there know?
After all I have more talents than just poetry...
Reflections on life, good-and-evil, family, humanity, and anything else that occurs to me, usually when I travel. Right now I am on a 6-year trip through Lebanon, the homeland I had never really lived in before.
What is Success | Cool | |
To laugh often and much | Oh brother where art thou | |
To win the respect of intelligent people | Check | |
and the affection of children | Check | |
To earn the appreciation of honest critics | Check - thanks, everyone :). | |
and endure the betrayal of false friends; | Check | |
To appreciate beauty; | Check | |
To find the best in others; | working on it | |
To leave the world a bit better, whether by | yes? | |
a healthy child, a garden patch | gotta work on thos gardening skills | |
or a redeemed social condition | sounds like an STD ... | |
To know even one life has breathed | ||
easier because you have lived: | ||
That is to have succeeded. | Yeah, and then what, stop trying? No thanks, I'll stick to Kipling. | |
Ralph Waldo Emerson | Poor Guy - must have been tough growing up with a name like that. Three actually |
There is a fear that as the fighting intensifies, the refugee problem in Beirut may become unmanageable, and our campus might have to absorb part of the flood. Summer classes are suspended. Our faculties of medicine and of health sciences put in motion a number of initiatives to provide medical care to the refugees. A trickle of war-wounded people find their way to our emergency room, but most are stuck in the south with no or very little medical attention. Nearly all roads and bridges are cut, and any vehicle out in the open appears to be fair game.
It is Saturday, and I am in our New York offices to interview a candidate for the position of vice president for finance. Remarkably, none of the candidates has pulled out. It is hot, humid, and rainy. At about 5 p.m., I find a text message on my cellphone asking me to call CNN. When I do, I am told: "We want you to be on Larry King Live."
"When?"
"Tonight."
I plead no. I am in a shirt and slacks. I am sweaty and unkempt. Hardly presidential. But I am told that it doesn't matter, and, at the end of the 9 p.m. broadcast, I appear on Larry King Live. He asks me some questions about Hizbollah that I answer carefully but honestly.
July 27: It has become abundantly clear that the looming crisis for Lebanon is the shutting down of its major public-sector power plants - all dependent on imported fuel oil which must come by ship. If the fuel runs out (and we believe there is about a two-week supply at normal levels of consumption), then the power goes off, the hospitals lose their life-support systems, and the cities cannot pump water.
I spend two days in Washington, D.C., pounding around the Hill and the State Department lobbying for help to persuade the Israelis to allow fuel deliveries through their sea blockade (still in effect as I write). We see Under Secretary of State for Political Affairs R. Nicholas Burns; Assistant Secretary of Defense for International Security Affairs Peter Rodman; and Greg Le Gerfo, director for Israel, Palestinian Affairs, and Jordan at the National Security Council. We also meet with senior staffer Mary Locke of the Senate Foreign Relations Committee and several senior officials of the U.S. Agency for International Development's Office of U.S. Foreign Disaster Assistance. (I like to think that such efforts eventually paid off, although the first tanker did not come through the blockade until August 18. I know that U.S. Ambassador to Lebanon Jeffrey Feltman and members of his staff were working on this around the clock.)
August 2: It has taken me some time, but I have gotten an orange light from the AUB board chair to head back to Beirut via Amman. It is risky, as Israel has bombed heavily the road from Damascus and has begun to hit the northern border crossings as well. It is a little spooky flying directly in to Amman through Israeli airspace, seeing the flat coast near Tel Aviv, then the hills around Jerusalem, then the north end of the Dead Sea before touching down in Amman. I am on the right side of the airplane. Lebanon is on the left.
August 5: Still in Amman. As usual, I wake up around 2 a.m., pulse pounding, insides churning, and a fevered caravan of worst-case scenarios parading across my mental monitor. It has been like this for quite a while. I envision refugees pouring onto the campus in an orgy of looting and destruction of anything that smacks of America. (In fact, the refugees everywhere in Lebanon are exemplars of good behavior - there is no looting, violence, or invasion of private property. Beirut is not Baghdad.) Or Hizbollah falls back on Beirut, inviting Israel into urban warfare. Hizbollah uses the campus to launch rockets against Israeli forces, so the campus becomes a target for Israel. Or, Israel seizes the campus as a staging area in the battle for Beirut, and AUB becomes a target for Hizbollah.
For years my diary has been littered with concerns regarding Hizbollah. The university has students and employees, maybe even some faculty members, although I don't know them, who are sympathizers. We have never had a major problem with Hizbollah, the Party of God, yet I worry about the objective incompatibility between its ideals and ours. Can we coexist? Sometimes I think not, but then I think about the historic role of universities, often embodying a counterculture, an alternative, that some forces in society, including governments, do not like or respect. I try to remember that the great universities on the eastern seaboard of the United States carried on in a society that tolerated and legalized slavery. It's 5 a.m. I am feeling better.
August 6: AUB's vice president for finance, John Bernson, has come out to Amman over land from Beirut, heading to the United States to take up a long-planned move to be chief financial officer at Sarah Lawrence College. He and I spend a morning going over financial scenarios for the university. The worst case, losing the entire fall semester, could cost us in the neighborhood of $30-million. The longer-term concern is what the war will do to our painstaking progress over the past decade in re-establishing our role as a regional institution of choice, recruiting students from all over the Arab world and beyond. Although AUB's student body remains primarily Lebanese, in recent years, the number of undergraduates from the United Arab Emirates, Saudi Arabia, Jordan, Syria, Kuwait, and other countries has increased steadily. What will the war do to our equally successful efforts in recruiting non-Lebanese faculty members? It looks as if a lot of our hard work over several years may have gone out the window.
August 8: Here we go! I have hired a private car and driver to take me from Amman through Damascus and up to the northern border between Syria and Lebanon at Abboudiyeh. Nael, a Palestinian, is a chain smoker. I ask him how many trips he has made to Beirut. "This is my 15th since July 12," he says. "It beats what I did before. I used to drive Amman-Baghdad."
We cover the distance fast, fill up at the last gas station before the crossing, and enter Lebanon. Nael takes my passport and residence card into the Lebanese authorities. He comes back with a Lebanese security officer who allegedly wants to make sure that I belong to the papers that he has just seen. He smiles at me and says in English, "Welcome back to Lebanon, Mr. Waterbury."
AUB security chief Saad Shalak is waiting for me as we clear customs, and he, Nael, and I proceed to Beirut in about two hours. Just over the border, there is a culvert and low bridge that the Israelis have bombed the day before. We drive carefully around the crater.
August 9: The Israelis bomb the exact spot again the next day.
August 10: We hold our regular weekly meeting of the board of deans, going over the status of new professors, the whereabouts of continuing faculty members, what to do about research support for summer projects, energy-conservation measures, and so forth. I also meet with the crisis-response team, chaired by acting president George Tomey, whose long and often painful experience of the civil war stands us in good stead in the present situation. He is instrumental in procuring fuel for our power plant on the informal market, although if Electricité Du Liban shuts down for want of fuel, our backup capacity will carry us only a few days.
August 13: A cease-fire appears to be near at hand. I am heading up the mountains to Beit Mery, overlooking Beirut, to have lunch with Ghassan Tueni. Ghassan is the doyen of Lebanon's journalists and publishers, a former cabinent minister, the father of Jibran Tueni (the managing editor of Al-Nahar newspaper and an outspoken critic of Syria who was assassinated last December), and a trustee emeritus of AUB. As we lunch alfresco overlooking Beirut, we hear a series of terrific explosions that we soon learn have taken place in the area of Imam Hasan School in the Dahiyeh (south Beirut) and on Hajjaj Street in Shiyyah, a mixed neighborhood of Muslims and Christians that had not been targeted before. Shadia Tueni, Ghassan's wife, asks us, "Do you imagine the human beings down there when you hear these explosions, or do you just hear the noise and imagine the rubble?" No one answers. (The next day, we learn that more than 20 people, civilians of all ages, perished in those attacks - indeed the heaviest since the beginning of the war - after Israel had accepted the cease-fire.)
August 17: A fragile cease-fire is holding. At the deans' meeting, we decide to resume our summer classes on August 28 and to begin our new academic year on September 27.
Moueen Salameh, the registrar, reports that some 450 out of around 5,900 undergraduates have requested copies of their transcripts - which may indicate the maximum number of them contemplating registration elsewhere. Not too terrible. I send e-mail letters to every new and continuing student, telling them the start dates and that I hope to see them back with us soon.
I think I will soon start working on my novel instead of trying to keep up with this running commentary. The visitation numbers tell me that most of you feel the same.
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AMNESTY INTERNATIONAL
PRESS RELEASE
AI Index: MDE 02/021/2006 (Public)
News Service No: 226
31 August 2006
Six-year-old ‘Abbas Yusef Shibli described to Amnesty International delegates how a cluster bomb exploded as he tried to pick it up in the village of Blida on 26 August. Speaking from a hospital bed, Abbas said he was playing with three friends when he tried to pick up what looked like a “perfume bottle”. Abbas suffered a ruptured colon, ruptured gall bladder, perforated lung and torn medial nerve and has so far undergone two blood transfusions. His three playmates were also injured, but discharged after two days.
In the next room, Mahmud Yaqub, a 38-year-old shepherd, lay with his leg in plaster having had it shattered when he stepped on a cluster bomb. Mahmud said he’d lost four of his 21 goats during the Israeli attacks as they were unable to get to water. He was rarely able to take them outside during the fighting and now, since the ceasefire, cluster bombs litter the hillsides which are their normal pasture.
At another hospital, Amnesty International visited 13-year-old Hassan Hussein Hamadi who remains in a coma after surgery. His family said that, on 27 August, he and his five brothers and sisters had been playing in the front yard of their home in the village of Deir al-Qanun south of Tyre when he picked up a canister type cluster bomb that then exploded. The explosion blew off four fingers of his right hand, leaving only his little finger and he sustained major injuries to his shoulder and abdomen.
19-year-old Hussein Qaduh, a student in accounting at the Beirut Islamic Technical Institute, was severely injured by a cluster bomb on 28 August in the southern Lebanese village of Soultaniye as he walked along a path in the village next to a football field. When Amnesty International delegates visited the area the next day, they found it was littered with unexploded cluster munitions, some of them a few inches from the path, where the blood was still visible on the ground. Hussein underwent extensive surgery for haemorrhaging in the intestines and liver. This was stopped but bleeding continued in the brain. His prognosis was described as extremely critical.
Amnesty International reiterated that Israel's use of cluster bombs underlined the need for an immediate and comprehensive UN investigation into this and other violations of international humanitarian law committed by both Israel and Hizbullah during this conflict.
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