I happened to watch a thriller called The Prize yesterday. It was made in 1963 and starred Paul Newman as a writer who wins the Nobel Prize for Literature and gets caught up in Cold War shenanigans in Oslo. Today, President Obama accepted his Nobel Peace prize, an action made complex by his recent commitment to send more troops to Afghanistan. I can't speak to all the issues surrounding such a move and I think I am grateful that such choices are not part of my everyday life, but I will say that it does make the whole thing surreal. I realize that Peace prize recipients cover a wide spectrum of global situations and circumstances and Obama is not the first recipient who is being rewarded as much for his potential as for his actions, but it is tough that's for sure. It was very interesting to hear the talking heads going round over this---can America celebrate it's President winning the Prize? "He's no Roosevelt," one guy repeated more than once, well Roosevelt is no Obama either for that matter, we are each held captive and find liberation in our own contexts and who knows how things will play out. I must admit I would have liked less justification for the necessity of war and along with it, some sense of a plan for peace laid out, but I am not in his shoes. One can only hold onto shreds of hope that business as usual is not the case, though I fear it is, and trust that the hype was more than hype, that there was/is substance. But I have also lived long enough now not to put my eggs in the institutional basket, whatever institutional basket that might be.




