tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31010110989236855522012-02-16T18:34:27.514-08:00Eitanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03127333115977687597noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3101011098923685552.post-15788979936727123782010-04-04T13:49:00.000-07:002010-04-04T13:55:51.922-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">A lot of what this blog may become is lambasting random things.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Today I am going to blast the National Geographic.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">In their issue, they talk about water. one section is about Israel. They talk about how Israel deprives the West Bank of water, is shrinking the Kineret by piping water to Tel Aviv, and basically talking about how Israel wastes water.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">They completely disregarded the Make the Negev Bloom initiative.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Israel is on the forefront in conserving water. They have developed innovative irrigation techniques for growing crops in the southern desert of its country. I dont understand why national geographic would neglect to include this, as this technology has had international ramifications in terms of conserving water, but I wanted to point that out.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3101011098923685552-1578897993672712378?l=meaninglessranting.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eitanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03127333115977687597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3101011098923685552.post-69361574917508284112010-04-01T21:56:00.000-07:002010-04-01T22:07:14.169-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">A week ago, I met a man named Milton. Milton is a 93 year old man from NYC, but he currently resides in a home in Providence, Rhode Island. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I sat with Milton for about 45 minutes after I left my group that had been playing games with severe Alzheimer's patients.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Milton grew up in New York City with two siblings: a brother and a sister. His parents did not take care of them so well and played favorites. Gradually, the siblings grew distant and for many years have been uncommunicative.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">While raising his three children with his wife, Milton was a school teacher in an all-black school in NYC. He proudly taught in the impoverished schools during the 1950's and 1960's, despite many death threats.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Anyway, Milton's wife died two years ago this December. He lives all alone in the retirement home in Providence, and he rarely sees his children, grandchildren, or great-grandchildren.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I know it is very cliche, but Milton showed me something that I would not have seen until I become a doctor. He showed me that people die alone, no matter how big a family or how much money you make.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">All that matters are the sum of the little things in life. The parties you go to, the kisses you have, the fun times you have. Because in the end, you are only going to remember the highlight or average of these events and those will be the only things that keep you company when you die.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3101011098923685552-6936157491750828411?l=meaninglessranting.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eitanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03127333115977687597noreply@blogger.com0