I feel like changing my name to Waldorff, one of The Muppets who sat with his mate above the stage and just commented on everything. But anyway...
From the UNWire yesterday I found out that out of all the money that governments around the world have pledged directly after the tsunami disaster, only a third has actually been delivered. The UN is:
"urging countriess to keep their promises as more funds will be needed for long-term reconstruction projects in the region."
More on how much countries have pledged here. Now, to me, the disaster was an absolute tragedy, but it wasn't the wake up call it was to some people regarding the interlinking of humanity, or like the September 11, 2001 terrorist attacks were for others regarding how the world perceives the west, or even the way some people say that Yann Martel's 'The Life Of Pi' led them to believe in God. To me, a frustrated idealist, this event and all things of a similar nature are like unopened emails in the inbox of the world. I feel like saying to the bum-faced old man sitting beside me:
"You know Stettler, I think it's gonna take aliens to do it."
"What's that, aliens?" he'd reply.
"Yep, little green men with lazers and flying hoosiewhatsits and big spider-walking thingies, they'd come right in and start blowin stuff up all over the place. That'd do it."
"Hrgh. Yup, I guess it would at that."
"Yep."
"Yup. So, how do you think they take their coffee?"
"What, aliens?"
"Yup."
"Well, I'm guessing they'd take it black."
"Yup, me too. Too much milk ain't good for ya."
