Archive for December, 2009

More Peru favorites

Wednesday, December 23rd, 2009

Some recent photos worthy of “Foto del día” status, but ones I’ve not had a chance to post.

Clever, risque breast-exam ads in Lima

Clever, risque breast-exam ads in Lima


El Parque de las Leyendas

El Parque de la Reserva


The side of Cerro San Cristobal

The side of Cerro San Cristobal


El Parque de las Leyendas

El Parque de las Leyendas


Me at the Zoo

Me at the Zoo


Futbol in La Victoria on a Saturday

Futbol in La Victoria on a Saturday


A Lima bus driver willing to go to great lengths to not wear a seat belt. (It's law.)

A Lima bus driver willing to go to great lengths to not wear a seat belt. (It's law.)


View from Tarmatambo

View from Tarmatambo. It's right out of Lord of the Rings.


An ad in a bus promoting more gender-sensitive language

An ad in a bus promoting more gender-sensitive language


A waterfall in Yurinaki

A waterfall in Yurinaki


A bride and groom walk through illuminated fountains in Las Aguas.

A bride walks through illuminated fountains in Las Aguas.

Foto del día

Tuesday, December 22nd, 2009

My favorite meal I had in total my time in Peru. It’s ceviche with extra ají de rocotto, papas (potatoes), camote (sweet potatoes), and choclo (thicker corn). Besides being really good, I love how colorful and pretty the dish was.

Oh so good

Oh so good

Foto del día

Monday, December 21st, 2009
Peruvian Pelicans on Islas Ballestas (per Morgan)

Peruvian Pelicans on Islas Ballestas (per Morgan)

James Cameron on online social networking

Saturday, December 19th, 2009

A great answer from director James Cameron from his interview with Vanity Fair. (My favorite parts are bolded.)

Do you Twitter and pay attention to all of that?

No I don’t. I don’t Tweet because I can’t think of anything I’d want to discuss with somebody that I could explain in 25 words or less, 140 characters or whatever it is, nor would I be particularly interested in their answer. And I think it’s forcing people to think in these kinds of sound-bytes, and you can’t think in sound-bytes. But on the other hand it will all level out. [Zoologist] Desmond Morris could explain it easily: it’s just primate grouping—people just need to group. They just need to pick each other’s fur, and that’s what it is, all day long, all this Facebook, Twittering, and texting is all just primate social grooming, you know? And if it brings us closer together as a kind of a mobile consciousness and lets people think of each other that way, then it’s fine. Problem is I had this kind of idealistic view of what the Internet could be: that you could have friends in Spain and in China, and that you could be connected to people and their strife. I had friends working at orphanages in Burma and things like that and I’m sending them money. I thought, ‘Wow, the Internet can really combat tyranny. It can bring us together, it can give us an appreciation of other cultures.’ And unfortunately, that’s not how it works. The Internet is used so that people can find somebody out of the other six billion people in the planet that are just like them, and so it’s this self-organizing principle that puts you always with a reinforcing group, not a group that challenges you.

Foto del día

Thursday, December 17th, 2009
Peruvian two sol coins being mischevious on my kitchen table

Peruvian two sol coins being mischevious on a placemat on my kitchen table

Patients and suffering

Thursday, December 17th, 2009
City Hospital Tuberculosis Division, Seattle, 1927 via Seattle Municipal Archives

City Hospital Tuberculosis Division, Seattle, 1927 via Seattle Municipal Archives

Rereading my notes from Susan Sontag’s book Illness as Metaphor, I was struck by the following connection. Sontag writes:

Etymologically, patient means sufferer. It is not suffering as such that is most deeply feared but suffering that degrades … The metaphorized illnesses that haunt the collective imagination are all hard deaths, or envisaged as such. Being deadly is not in itself enough to produce terror.

She’s right on the etymology. The infinitely reliable Oxford English Dictionary gives the low-down:

patient, adj. and n. Anglo-Norman and Middle French pacient, patient (French patient)… (noun) sick person (14th cent.), person who undergoes an action (c1380) and its etymon classical Latin patient-, patins able or willing to endure or undergo, capable of enduring hardship, long-suffering, tolerant (in post-classical Latin also as noun, person who endures (5th cent.)

I find the etymology of “patient” fascinating — almost liberating — because it is so at odds with the modern notion of a patient. In our current vernacular, “patient” has come to signify someone who is sick in a medical sense, a person who has some kind of biomedical abnormality. But the historical context of the word reminds us that it is not sickness which defines a patient but suffering.

Isn’t this a wonderful reminder of what modern medicine should really be about? I think doctors, nurses, and all others in the medical field (including humble volunteers like myself!) would be helped by remembering that our ultimate goal is not to defeat a pathogen, to fix a physiological irregularity, to cure a disease. Though these are indeed lofty aims, they are all merely means for us to accomplish our true goal — to alleviate or eliminate suffering.

Foto del día

Wednesday, December 16th, 2009
Sea lions on Islas Islas Ballestas (per Morgan)

Sea lions on Islas Islas Ballestas. Notice the pose. (Per Morgan)

Foto del día

Tuesday, December 15th, 2009
A view of Lima as we walk to a patient's home

A view of Lima as we walk to a patient's home

Foto del día

Monday, December 14th, 2009
Yes, the transportation of kids is difficult in any culture.

Yes, the transportation of kids is difficult in any culture.

Solely to shuffle money around

Monday, December 14th, 2009

From Paul Wilmott in yesterday’s NYTimes:

If banking moves from London to Switzerland, that will really hit tax revenues. For I am not at all sure what Britain does anymore. We don’t really make much. The last piano manufacturer moved production offshore a few months ago. Even Savile Row suits are made in Italy. No, the nation seems to exist solely to shuffle money around, and it’s got that gig only because of the universality of the English language and its convenient time-zone location.

When I briefly worked in investment banking, the same idea frequently popped in my head: What exactly is being produced here that is so valuable? I doubt it was our spreadsheets, however attractive in appearance they might have (no gridlines!).