Going global

It’s not every day that you are offered the chance to go global. But I could be found yesterday delegated to the periphery of the United Nations as it goes about its multifarious missions. The UN and I are not normally on nodding terms. I’ve not been over there and the UN so seldom visits over here so you can see why. We each have our own patch. Since the world federation of enabling states was in town having a get-together, there could be no show without Punch.
The UN’s very own International Conference on Engaging Communities was a fine bang up affair. I especially recommend the cheese platter.
The International Conference on Engaging Communities is an initiative of the United Nations and the Government of the State of Queensland, Australia. This unique event will explore all issues related to community engagement and address the experiences, challenges and research which affect all citizens, governments and organisations alike. The program is designed to interest representatives from community groups, academia, government agencies, corporations, associations and the like.

As I am led to believe from the program, there was much talk about engagement and I was there as a case in point. I was an on-show example of one of the "engaged".
"Oh look!"the conference goers were supposed to exclaim," there’s an engaged one now!"
If you were at large and were hoping to be similarly engaged sometime, I suggest that you take a few moments to consider your engagement options:

Engagement for sustainable natural resource management
Engagement through ICT
Engaging key target groups
Engaging indigenous peoples
Engaging for health outcomes
Engaging practice and toolkits
Engaged institutions
Engaging diverse cultures
Engaged governance
Engagement and key international development issues
Engaged places*

Once engaged you can take it from me: with the UN the food's free and there's plenty of it. Engagement, I recommend it.

*This does not refer to the un-availability of a stall in the public convenience.

ASIDE #1: during his life on the world stage yesterday, Riley had cause to exchange pleasantries with a representative of the World Bank. Riley was hoping to ask him for the loan of enough money for the bus fare home but thought better of it for fear he would have to sell his children to pay back the debt.

ASIDE #2: Riley did not mention the war. Nor did he, while shoveling a surfeit of Apricot Danish into his gob, mention to anyone who'd listen the UN orchestrated blockade of Iraq which culled that nation of so many of its under twelves. Unlike those infantile sprogs of Saddam Hussein, Riley was too busy being engaged. When confronted with the contradiction all Riley would say was that he'd prefer to be engaged by the UN anyday of the week rather than have his person denied its pastries as, he understands, was what the UN did to Iraq. When asked to expand further all Riley would say of these children was "Let them eat cheese!" (The UN cheese platter being a gastronomical delight as befits a multicultural theme at such an event-- although the lactose intolerant delegates -- of which there would have been a few -- denied themselves the adventure . "So," said Riley," we're talking leftovers.")