Wednesday, September 24, 2008
What's next for the Rice's?
I called my mom when we got back from San Francisco and she was relieved we were home. "I sure hope you stay put for a while!"
"Well, Mom. My next trip will be to see you!"
"Dave got that job in Tanzania and they want him in early October. So I'm bringing the boys and we'll be staying with you while he is there."
So, so wild. Dave has been hired by the UN to archive the Rwanda Tribunals. He'll be flying to Tanzania in a week and a half to set up a system of managing the hours and hours of tape they have. I am so proud of him. Seriously. Bursting-at-the-seams proud. Such important work and my funny, fuzzy cutie will be doing it.
I have to admit I'm a little excited at the prospect of him bringing me cool stuff from his trip. But my burning question right now is: Should I let him bring the camera?
In case you're interested....the journaling reads:
I am so proud of you.
As I write this you are preparing for a trip to Tanzania. You’ve been hired by the UN as a consultant to archive the media from the Rwanda tribunals. And I am so proud of you.
I remember when we were first married. You knew you wanted to be an archivist. I sort of knew what that meant, but I didn’t know where that path would take us. I didn’t know we would move to New York. I didn’t know that we would live apart for 9 months as you worked on your certification. I didn’t know that you would work for a progressive news program building their archive from scratch and preserving information for others to use and benefit from. And I would never have predicted this.
You have come so far. I love what you do. I love that you love what you do. I love that you present at media conferences and give guest lectures at NYU. I love that channel 13 created a position just for you because they wanted you on board so badly. And now this. This very, very important work of making sure important information will be preserved. Will be remembered. A step in the process of eliminating genocide. And an important one.
Well done, my love.