Finally, after having previously written an extensive blog entry, only to watch it disappear before my eyes, lost forever, I finally have the blog methodology down.

Write in word, Copy, Paste.

For about 2 years I have been exerting extensive effort with the goal of one day working for the UN. I have never had a clear idea of what that absolutely meant – after all, it is a massive organization with an array of departments and objectives.  The looming question has never been “what I do for the UN,” but has focused upon, “ what can I offer them?”

The more time I spend here, walking through the hallways, speaking with officials, and listening to presentations, the more I am able to define my own personal objectives. Equally important, I an shaping a concrete image of what the UN actually is.  Hermeneutics aside, the UN functions as a piece of equipment.  As an American, I tend to think of objectives, yet the real power of the UN is within the process.  This process consists of various tools, each working with one another, and while does work steadily toward an objective, it is that journey which satisfies the needs of all.  The greatest complications are the most simple complexities of humanity – the translation of word, the nuances of a discussion, the determination of ethics and the subjectivity of goodness. 

Without rigorous protocol to attend to these complications, it would be an impossible challenge to congregate the masses of national representatives within the same room.  Consequently, the UN is a massive lumbering beast, weighed down by the force of its own humanness.  It is slow to move, and yet, with a single nod, step or waver, a series of decisions are capable of being implemented.  The shoes I where, the car I drive, the house I live in, and the food I eat is the consequence of decades of international decision making.  Yet millions of people will never recognize, be knowledgeable of, or understand that such decisions are made, in far distant towers.