A new ETU in Bong County, Liberia. It has since opened and is now operational.
A Doctors Without Borders staff member ties the face mask of a CDC doctor, before he enters the Ebola treatment unit (ETU)
Workers at ELWA-3, MSF’s open-air Ebola Treatment Unit (ETU) in Liberia, can work only 45 minutes in their personal protective equipment (PPE). The only items retained are rubber boots, gloves and aprons, which are sprayed or laundered and dried.
Jina Moore is one of those people that seems too good to be real. Her deep-throated laughter, her sense of humor and the depth of her caring for the most deprived and least fortunate of society set her apart. She puts herself in the line of fire, whether riding in an open jeep at night in Rwanda or wading into the swamps of death in Ebola-stricken Liberia.
In her “Surviving Ebola Brings Heartache And Hardship” Jina talks to Ebola’s victims and tells the story of a survivor of the disease that took away everyone he loved. A must-read for anyone who wants to know about the human side of the Ebola story.
DOLO TOWN, Liberia — Isaac is a man who has lost literally everything.
Ebola killed his family and stole his friends, who shunned him when he came back from the hospital. Neighbors wouldn’t let him use the water pump, so he had no water. Food is scarce, and best found by sharing, and Isaac had no one left to share with him.
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The latest issue, No. 5 – Jihad and its Metaphors, explores the current conflict in Syria and Iraq from perspectives available only to fiction.
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I’m reading Joan Biskupic’s new book about the political wheeling and dealing behind the nomination and confirmation of judges on the federal bench and Justice Sonia Sotomayor in particular. It’s a good read, especially for me as a Latina with a passion for politics.
Since I agreed to review the book for Womens Voices For Change, there’s a deadline looming, so I usually carry the book with me. Two days ago, before the rains set in, the weather in New York was at its best. I was walking through the park and sat down to read on a bench in the flickering sunlight under the trees.
A few chapters later, I became aware that a figure was hovering over me.
Filed under People, Women
This video begins with beautiful nature photography, The suspenseful, heart-stopping chase rivals classic car chases like Steve McQueen’s in Bullitt and Gene Hackman’s in the French Connection. Great storytelling.
Love my phone!
“My phone is older than my son. And my son is nine years old!”
I was immersed in my book, but when I heard the ruckus, I lifted my head.
“How do you receive texts?” someone asked.
“I don’t,” she replied. “I have a dumb phone.”
Jennifer Perry had the whole crowd at the hairdresser enthralled. That was the most amazing part— the young women were crowding around Jennifer and jostling for position in order to get a better look at her antique device. Had these women never seen a mobile phone that wasn’t smart?
Students enjoy the green roof over Lincoln Center’s elegant Lincoln Ristorante
The Chamber Society of Lincoln Center opened its season tonight. The concert, all Mozart, was as delightful as we have come to expect. But what totally knocked my sox off was a little story in the back of the Playbill.
I was thrilled to read that the buildings on the main campus of Lincoln Center are powered by renewable energy. Avery Fisher (philharmonic), Alice Tully (chamber music), the Film Center, the Lincoln restaurant, the Atrium, all of Juilliard, the heating and cooling plants for the Metropolitan Opera and the other theaters— all these use energy derived from the wind.
Solar panels, which should lower fuel bills further, are due to be installed on the roof of the Rose Building. It is estimated that as a result of these initiatives, Lincoln Center’s CO2 emissions will be more than 100 million pounds less over three years than they would have been with fossil fuel-based electricity.
If this large performing arts complex in the middle of Manhattan can go green, it stands to reason that all new buildings can incorporate similar measures.
It’s ironic that, while we are finding out that inconsequential, even unconscious, revelations we have made online, whether in Facebook or LinkedIn or email, to name just a few places, never die— they live to haunt us forever, but the stuff that we want to remain dissolves in the digital ether.
I’ve recently discovered that the many articles I wrote for Chelsea Now are no longer accessible online. As if they never existed, as if I never wrote them. The bit.ly links I created for articles elsewhere are now dead. The first article I wrote out of J-School, a long piece about Betty Friedan for which I interviewed many interesting and famous people, is nowhere to be found.
Photographs fade, and even CDs and DVDs live only so long on the shelf. Hard drives fail, paper disintegrates — is there any permanence?
Filed under Musings, Random