Monday, October 31
Saturday, October 29
Halloween!
The GSIS Halloween Party '05
Cruella 
Jim and Me
The Girls (Me, Pei, Mara, and Heather)
The Red People - Rachel and Matt
Adam and Amy
Mike's Kegstand - Why do I feel like I haven't left undergrad?
The Two Cruellas - you be the judge - who is better? And if you say her, I will hunt you down and kill your puppies...
Friday, October 28
Finishing up Grad School
To meet minimum page requirements for all the finals due in all my courses, I must write
62 pages
in the next 3 weeks. I am a bit stressed.
(But I am still going out tonight.)
Wednesday, October 26
USA Today Article Regarding the Uselessness of Peace Corps
Well, it is official – I am enraged. I can't believe how far off the track this author is, at least in my opinion. After all, Peace Corps' goals are not the same as USAID or the World Bank. If I wanted to spend huge amounts of money for infrastructure development projects that may (or may not) help people, I would have interviewed there. However, I refuse to - I don't think AID is the right way to go - it's too political, and it often disregards the actual needs of the people.
In the article, why did the PCV in Nepal help with water access? Because he realized there was a problem, a need. No other organization spent enough time there to even do that! PC trains its volunteers heavily on needs assessment - the one true way of doing productive work. Living with a people - truly getting to know them - is the most accurate way to assess their needs.
The article said "That's too bad. Technology and international politics have changed the world since 1960 in ways that make the "roughing it" philosophy counterproductive. The Peace Corps could better the world quicker by changing its focus." Americans are always looking for the quick fix. And AID, the WB, etc, all have their own approaches to quickly developing a country. However, I do not feel that development is a field for quick fixes. That is how the world gets itself in trouble. That is how the US wastes most of its time and money. Huge technological advances aren’t the only way to “develop.” In fact, I am sure there is more to development than simple economic development and technological development. Peace Corps works with education, health, and social development in a way that the other organizations/agencies cannot. By sending volunteers out in the field for long periods of time, a different type of development can be achieved.
I am not saying that AID and the WB are not important, but I am arguing that there is still a role for the “roughing-it” approach. If you want to do the other type of development - quick fix, impersonal - PC is not what you are looking for. However, for many of us in the field of development, the technology based USAID approach is not the one we want to be involved with.
This article infuriated me - maybe you guys can tell! It is opinions like this that cause the budget of the PC to fall every year even as our president calls for us to double the number of volunteers. I just believe that the PC approach to HUMAN development is more important in this day and age. But if you want to work on econ development, go to the World Bank; if you want to work in tech development, go to AID.
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Done with the criticism. There is one thing I agree with in this article - hold PCVs accountable for their work. I do think that it may help young PCVs like me focus our energies and help the people we are meant to serve. I have heard of a small number of volunteers that treat this as a vacation. It is not. I plan to work hard with my needs assessments and my development projects, so I would not mind someone checking in with me every couple of months to make sure I am moving forward. Holding PCVs to somewhat higher standards cannot hurt the work of the Peace Corps.
Well, it is official – I am enraged. I can't believe how far off the track this author is, at least in my opinion. After all, Peace Corps' goals are not the same as USAID or the World Bank. If I wanted to spend huge amounts of money for infrastructure development projects that may (or may not) help people, I would have interviewed there. However, I refuse to - I don't think AID is the right way to go - it's too political, and it often disregards the actual needs of the people.
In the article, why did the PCV in Nepal help with water access? Because he realized there was a problem, a need. No other organization spent enough time there to even do that! PC trains its volunteers heavily on needs assessment - the one true way of doing productive work. Living with a people - truly getting to know them - is the most accurate way to assess their needs.
The article said "That's too bad. Technology and international politics have changed the world since 1960 in ways that make the "roughing it" philosophy counterproductive. The Peace Corps could better the world quicker by changing its focus." Americans are always looking for the quick fix. And AID, the WB, etc, all have their own approaches to quickly developing a country. However, I do not feel that development is a field for quick fixes. That is how the world gets itself in trouble. That is how the US wastes most of its time and money. Huge technological advances aren’t the only way to “develop.” In fact, I am sure there is more to development than simple economic development and technological development. Peace Corps works with education, health, and social development in a way that the other organizations/agencies cannot. By sending volunteers out in the field for long periods of time, a different type of development can be achieved.
I am not saying that AID and the WB are not important, but I am arguing that there is still a role for the “roughing-it” approach. If you want to do the other type of development - quick fix, impersonal - PC is not what you are looking for. However, for many of us in the field of development, the technology based USAID approach is not the one we want to be involved with.
This article infuriated me - maybe you guys can tell! It is opinions like this that cause the budget of the PC to fall every year even as our president calls for us to double the number of volunteers. I just believe that the PC approach to HUMAN development is more important in this day and age. But if you want to work on econ development, go to the World Bank; if you want to work in tech development, go to AID.
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Done with the criticism. There is one thing I agree with in this article - hold PCVs accountable for their work. I do think that it may help young PCVs like me focus our energies and help the people we are meant to serve. I have heard of a small number of volunteers that treat this as a vacation. It is not. I plan to work hard with my needs assessments and my development projects, so I would not mind someone checking in with me every couple of months to make sure I am moving forward. Holding PCVs to somewhat higher standards cannot hurt the work of the Peace Corps.
Phone Tag
Monday, 3:30: text from him to her. "hope you're having a wonderful day. xoxo"
Monday, 7:45: he calls her while she is grocery shopping. she says hi but she needs to call him back in a half hour.
Monday, 8:45: she calls him after a bit more than a half hour. he picks up but says he is watching a movie with his friends. she says that she can let him go, he asks "you sure?" 3 times and then says he will call her when the movie is done.
Monday, 10:30: text from her to him. "tengo que dormir. podemos hablar manana? sweet dreams."
Tuesday, 8:05: he calls her when she is in french class. she can't pick up.
Tuesday, 9:30: she calls him and he does not pick up. she leaves a message.
(edited because the author is blonde - she didn't have her days straight.)
Monday, 7:45: he calls her while she is grocery shopping. she says hi but she needs to call him back in a half hour.
Monday, 8:45: she calls him after a bit more than a half hour. he picks up but says he is watching a movie with his friends. she says that she can let him go, he asks "you sure?" 3 times and then says he will call her when the movie is done.
Monday, 10:30: text from her to him. "tengo que dormir. podemos hablar manana? sweet dreams."
Tuesday, 8:05: he calls her when she is in french class. she can't pick up.
Tuesday, 9:30: she calls him and he does not pick up. she leaves a message.
Stupid technology - it makes her so impatient! Shouldn't cell phones make it easier to get in touch with one another?
Will they ever get to talk? I will keep you posted.(edited because the author is blonde - she didn't have her days straight.)
Monday, October 24
The perfect weekend
This weekend my friend, Becky, came to visit from Houston. We have known each other since high school, but don't get the chance to see each other that often. While in Denver, she wanted to do two things - hike and salsa. We accomplished both. Hiking at Golden Gate Canyon Park on Saturday afternoon was followed by a night of salsa dancing. Today, we hiked west of Boulder, and although we couldn't find our way around the trails today, we still had a great day!
Overall, it was quite simply the best weekend ever.
<-Becky climbing
<-We came up here!
<-I found a perfect place for my bottom!
Overall, it was quite simply the best weekend ever.
<-Becky climbing
<-We came up here!
<-I found a perfect place for my bottom!
The view->
Becky and I getting ready for salsa->
Friday, October 21
H-A-Double L-O-W-double E-N spells Halloween!
I got my costume at Flossy McGrews tonight. It is perfect and I am very very excited!
And I especially can't wait to see Miss Pei's costume!
And I especially can't wait to see Miss Pei's costume!
Wednesday, October 19
Dumb-blonde is an understatement.
Yes, I am referring to myself. I have decided that I will make the perfect absent-minded professor one day if you base everything on what happened yesterday. The simple tasks were incredibly complicated, but I ate up an entire econ text on development strategies based on women’s empowerment.
Let me begin with my drive to campus. Around 10am, I decided to leave for school but stop at Kinkos on the way. I needed to mail a Fed Ex thing to the gods of bureaucracy (the Peace Corps). I have been to this Kinkos several times before – I know where it is, that’s all I am saying. Then, why couldn’t I get there? First I was planning on taking Kipling north, but I missed the turn. Then I make a sketchy u-turn to get back to Kipling, and I realized that I didn’t want to turn there in the first place. Kinkos isn’t on Kipling! I got on Kipling anyway and went a very very roundabout way to Wadsworth, where the Kinkos is actually located. Dumb Amy – it took me a half hour to make it there. Once I was there, I couldn’t figure out how to stick on the thing to send the envelope. And the not-so-helpful employee actually rolled his eyes at me. I think I sent it, but I am not really sure. We’ll see.
The absent-minded day doesn’t stop there. It did stop for awhile as I sat at a coffee shop all afternoon to read. That is where I am most normal – doing econ reading. No dumb blonde moments then.
However, on my way to French class later that day, my nalgene bottle decided to spit out its iced tea contents on my passenger seat. We all know how I would react to this – I freaked. I barely made it to my French class alive. I couldn’t focus on driving – all I could do was look at the puddle of spilled iced tea and think about my options. Should I try to absorb it with my fleece? Is it going to stain the leather? Do I have paper towels in my trunk? Is it dripping out the crack in the seat and spilling on the back carpet? Should I pull over and check?
Maybe I am too over-protective of my car. Just a thought. After all, it was just spilled iced tea.
Anyway, I got to French class and ran inside to grab paper towels from the rest room. Before I could do that, I had to drop off my books in class because I had about 80 things in my hands – the water bottle, my purse, my 6 books for French, my cell phone, etc. I dropped everything off, ran to the bathroom, grabbed towels and realized I didn’t have my keys. I went back into the classroom, looking for them. But, they weren’t there! I am now holding a HUGE wad of paper towels, trying to search through my pile of unorganized books and stuff for my keys. The scene must have been interesting, to say the least.
No keys. I went outside to my car, hoping I left it unlocked. On my way there, I saw two of my classmates looking very perplexed and holding a strange set of keys. They were mine. I had left them in the car door as I locked my car on my way into the building. Was I trying to get my car stolen? Anyway, I had found my keys, I cleaned up the iced tea, and went back into class, where I proceeded to spill the rest of my iced tea while my teacher was explaining the difference between the imparfait and passé compose. I excused myself to the rest room to get more paper towels, but I had already used them all up cleaning my car.
What a klutzy, stupid, air-head day. Maybe today will be better – I haven’t done anything stupid…..
Yet.
Let me begin with my drive to campus. Around 10am, I decided to leave for school but stop at Kinkos on the way. I needed to mail a Fed Ex thing to the gods of bureaucracy (the Peace Corps). I have been to this Kinkos several times before – I know where it is, that’s all I am saying. Then, why couldn’t I get there? First I was planning on taking Kipling north, but I missed the turn. Then I make a sketchy u-turn to get back to Kipling, and I realized that I didn’t want to turn there in the first place. Kinkos isn’t on Kipling! I got on Kipling anyway and went a very very roundabout way to Wadsworth, where the Kinkos is actually located. Dumb Amy – it took me a half hour to make it there. Once I was there, I couldn’t figure out how to stick on the thing to send the envelope. And the not-so-helpful employee actually rolled his eyes at me. I think I sent it, but I am not really sure. We’ll see.
The absent-minded day doesn’t stop there. It did stop for awhile as I sat at a coffee shop all afternoon to read. That is where I am most normal – doing econ reading. No dumb blonde moments then.
However, on my way to French class later that day, my nalgene bottle decided to spit out its iced tea contents on my passenger seat. We all know how I would react to this – I freaked. I barely made it to my French class alive. I couldn’t focus on driving – all I could do was look at the puddle of spilled iced tea and think about my options. Should I try to absorb it with my fleece? Is it going to stain the leather? Do I have paper towels in my trunk? Is it dripping out the crack in the seat and spilling on the back carpet? Should I pull over and check?
Maybe I am too over-protective of my car. Just a thought. After all, it was just spilled iced tea.
Anyway, I got to French class and ran inside to grab paper towels from the rest room. Before I could do that, I had to drop off my books in class because I had about 80 things in my hands – the water bottle, my purse, my 6 books for French, my cell phone, etc. I dropped everything off, ran to the bathroom, grabbed towels and realized I didn’t have my keys. I went back into the classroom, looking for them. But, they weren’t there! I am now holding a HUGE wad of paper towels, trying to search through my pile of unorganized books and stuff for my keys. The scene must have been interesting, to say the least.
No keys. I went outside to my car, hoping I left it unlocked. On my way there, I saw two of my classmates looking very perplexed and holding a strange set of keys. They were mine. I had left them in the car door as I locked my car on my way into the building. Was I trying to get my car stolen? Anyway, I had found my keys, I cleaned up the iced tea, and went back into class, where I proceeded to spill the rest of my iced tea while my teacher was explaining the difference between the imparfait and passé compose. I excused myself to the rest room to get more paper towels, but I had already used them all up cleaning my car.
What a klutzy, stupid, air-head day. Maybe today will be better – I haven’t done anything stupid…..
Yet.
Sunday, October 16
Farewell, Birth-week #24
Everyone needs to start this birth-week thing. Screw birth-days - they are nothing compared to the birth-week!
So.... what did I do and what did I get and how did I party this past week?
Last Saturday, my mother and I went up into the mtns for our private b-week celebration. We did some shopping, some walking, some eating, some mountain viewing - you know the deal. It was realxing, refreshing, and it was wonderful to have a day just with my Ma.
The next few days were uneventful, as I had papers due for class and lots of hours at work. In fact, on my actual birthday, I had to work during the day and then go to class at night. What was the subject of my class on the day of my birth? Refugees and torture. Uplifting? No. Before class, Mara brought me my present AND a birthday balloon to carry to class. Pei also brought me a wonderful b-week present: cookies! Unfortunately, I don't have a picture of the actual cookies - I ate them too quickly. But I have a picture of the empty box below if you would enjoy that.
Saturday night was the best birth-week celebration ever. It commenced with sushi-eating (or hibachi-eating for those of my friends with an aversion to fish). The hibachi guy yelled at me at one point! I was talking to Cameroon-Anna and he smacked his hibachi spatula on the grill and yelled, "Birthday-girl, PAY ATTENTION!" It caught me a little off guard and I was scared of him for the rest of the evening - after all, he yelled at me and he carried a knife! Dinner was great - a small group of my closest friends came, and I felt so priveledged to be surrounded by such amazing people.
After sushi/hibachi, we moved the party up to The Lounge on Colfax. I love that place! Everyone came that I had expected, and we had a great time! Drinking, chitchatting, etc. Cate, in the security program, was at the Peace Corps BBQ before coming over, and she ended up bringing about half of that party also - which meant I got to meet some new PC people that have just started at DU. We took up the entire upstairs back room at The Lounge, and we even had to pull in a handful of chairs from the patio to fit everyone! It was a great time. After last-call, a few of us went back to one of Jersey-Matt's friend's places downtown. We just chilled, listened to really bad country music, etc. It was a great end to a wonderufl evening.
After 10 hours (8pm-6am) of birthday festivities, I was home safely and slept through the morning. Ahhhhh... the joys of being 24!!
I want to say thanks to everyone who came (especially those who brought me presents). A special thanks to Pei - my designated driver for the night! Now, we have to plan Mara's b-week - I can't wait!!!!
So.... what did I do and what did I get and how did I party this past week?
Last Saturday, my mother and I went up into the mtns for our private b-week celebration. We did some shopping, some walking, some eating, some mountain viewing - you know the deal. It was realxing, refreshing, and it was wonderful to have a day just with my Ma.The next few days were uneventful, as I had papers due for class and lots of hours at work. In fact, on my actual birthday, I had to work during the day and then go to class at night. What was the subject of my class on the day of my birth? Refugees and torture. Uplifting? No. Before class, Mara brought me my present AND a birthday balloon to carry to class. Pei also brought me a wonderful b-week present: cookies! Unfortunately, I don't have a picture of the actual cookies - I ate them too quickly. But I have a picture of the empty box below if you would enjoy that.
Saturday night was the best birth-week celebration ever. It commenced with sushi-eating (or hibachi-eating for those of my friends with an aversion to fish). The hibachi guy yelled at me at one point! I was talking to Cameroon-Anna and he smacked his hibachi spatula on the grill and yelled, "Birthday-girl, PAY ATTENTION!" It caught me a little off guard and I was scared of him for the rest of the evening - after all, he yelled at me and he carried a knife! Dinner was great - a small group of my closest friends came, and I felt so priveledged to be surrounded by such amazing people.
After sushi/hibachi, we moved the party up to The Lounge on Colfax. I love that place! Everyone came that I had expected, and we had a great time! Drinking, chitchatting, etc. Cate, in the security program, was at the Peace Corps BBQ before coming over, and she ended up bringing about half of that party also - which meant I got to meet some new PC people that have just started at DU. We took up the entire upstairs back room at The Lounge, and we even had to pull in a handful of chairs from the patio to fit everyone! It was a great time. After last-call, a few of us went back to one of Jersey-Matt's friend's places downtown. We just chilled, listened to really bad country music, etc. It was a great end to a wonderufl evening.
After 10 hours (8pm-6am) of birthday festivities, I was home safely and slept through the morning. Ahhhhh... the joys of being 24!!
I want to say thanks to everyone who came (especially those who brought me presents). A special thanks to Pei - my designated driver for the night! Now, we have to plan Mara's b-week - I can't wait!!!!
Saturday, October 15
When a friend is in pain, I always imagine that if I can just inhale quickly and forcefully enough, I could pull it out of their soul and place it in mine.
That would be my way of coping with this. I can do it. I can handle it. I have. Nobody else should. I can do it again.
I wish I could feel this so you don't have to.
That would be my way of coping with this. I can do it. I can handle it. I have. Nobody else should. I can do it again.
I wish I could feel this so you don't have to.
Tuesday, October 11
SEACAUCUS!
(Secaucus is my new term for "Excellent!" Let's see if it sticks.)
Anyway, SEACAUCUS! After bitching and moaning in July about the excessive amount of money I just put into my one true love, Ricki, I was finally rewarded today.
"Did you sell the ol' car for a nice wad of cash?" you may ask...
No, and if you ask that, you don't know me very well.
"Did he win the big race and bring you fame, fortune, and a beer?"
No. I don't race my aging honey anymore. Ok, I never did, but I would have if there was someone at the finish line with fame, fortune, and a beer.
"So, why exclaim 'SECAUCUS!'?"
Because on this cold cold cold Denver day (and you guys know I despise weather below about 50 degrees), Ricki gave me heat. My love, Ricki, kept me warm. Last winter, his broken thermostat kept him from doing this part of his job, but this winter is a different story!
Internal thought: Am I being a bit too candid about how much I personify my darling Ricki and how attached I am to him? Wait, according to that personality test, I sometimes wave my freak flag, don't I? And don't people love me for it? We shall see... End internal thought.
(wait, aren't these all internal thoughts, as I am not reciting what I type as I type) Ugh.
Anyhow.... SEACAUCUS! I love my Ricki.
Check out an old post about my Ricki
Anyway, SEACAUCUS! After bitching and moaning in July about the excessive amount of money I just put into my one true love, Ricki, I was finally rewarded today.
"Did you sell the ol' car for a nice wad of cash?" you may ask...
No, and if you ask that, you don't know me very well.
"Did he win the big race and bring you fame, fortune, and a beer?"
No. I don't race my aging honey anymore. Ok, I never did, but I would have if there was someone at the finish line with fame, fortune, and a beer.
"So, why exclaim 'SECAUCUS!'?"
Because on this cold cold cold Denver day (and you guys know I despise weather below about 50 degrees), Ricki gave me heat. My love, Ricki, kept me warm. Last winter, his broken thermostat kept him from doing this part of his job, but this winter is a different story!
Internal thought: Am I being a bit too candid about how much I personify my darling Ricki and how attached I am to him? Wait, according to that personality test, I sometimes wave my freak flag, don't I? And don't people love me for it? We shall see... End internal thought.
(wait, aren't these all internal thoughts, as I am not reciting what I type as I type) Ugh.
Anyhow.... SEACAUCUS! I love my Ricki.
Check out an old post about my Ricki
Monday, October 10
Following Fritz's Lead:
| Your Personality Profile |
 You are unique, creative, and expressive.You don't mind waving your freak flag every once and a while.And lucky for you, most people find your weird ways charming! |
Hmmm.... I don't mind waving my Freak Flag once in awhile? Ok. True.
This is the reason I am going to Guinea. In Conakry, it is currently 84 degrees and partly cloudy, in case you were wondering. It's not snowing there. You don't have to remember your mittens there. You don't have to wade through slush to walk across campus. And you don't even have to worry about hat hair!
At least this bodes well for an early start to the ski season!
Friday, October 7
PVA Enthusiasm
Scene: Friday, 8:37am at the GSIS CyberCafe
As students are preparing for their 9am classes (getting the much-needed cup of coffee and printing out papers to hand in), the electricity suddenly goes out. It is dark - much darker than anyone would have thought the GSIS would be without artificial light.
Students chit-chat and move with their friends towards the windows, the only source of light on the cold October morning.
MK: My computer just went out but Jay kept speaking to us as if nothing happened! I am glad I didn't have anything unsaved on my computer.
Amy: I am glad I printed out my well-organized and thoughtful paper earlier in the library when the electricity was still on!
(Professor P.V.A approaches and stops, placing his hand on Amy's shoulder)
P.V.A: Amy, we're still going to have class! Let everyone know to come upstairs at 9 even though we may not have lights! You know, we have to get used to such conditions! We are all going to work in developing countries where they don't have electricity! Stay down here an extra couple minutes and make sure everyone comes up to class, my friend!
(Exit PVA)
End scene.
As students are preparing for their 9am classes (getting the much-needed cup of coffee and printing out papers to hand in), the electricity suddenly goes out. It is dark - much darker than anyone would have thought the GSIS would be without artificial light.
Students chit-chat and move with their friends towards the windows, the only source of light on the cold October morning.
MK: My computer just went out but Jay kept speaking to us as if nothing happened! I am glad I didn't have anything unsaved on my computer.
Amy: I am glad I printed out my well-organized and thoughtful paper earlier in the library when the electricity was still on!
(Professor P.V.A approaches and stops, placing his hand on Amy's shoulder)
P.V.A: Amy, we're still going to have class! Let everyone know to come upstairs at 9 even though we may not have lights! You know, we have to get used to such conditions! We are all going to work in developing countries where they don't have electricity! Stay down here an extra couple minutes and make sure everyone comes up to class, my friend!
(Exit PVA)
End scene.
Monday, October 3
My office thinks I am crazy.... go figure....
Last night, Sara (also going to Guinea in January) told me that she was saving all of those annoying silicon packets that she comes across in things she buys. She can store them with her electronics to absorb the intense moisture in Guinea. What a great idea, I thought! She is full of great ideas - I am so glad we met!
Anywho.... I am at work today (obviously getting a lot done), when Alex walks in with a bag of chocolate covered popcorn to share with everyone. He passes it around and Laura takes a handful, Kathy takes some, and when it is passed to me, I start jumping up and down. The bag of popcorn has a silicon packet in it! I ask everyone if it is alright if I pour the bag of popcorn into a bowl to get to the silicon packet. They look at me funny (thinking "Why is this crazy girl getting so excited about a silicon packet?"), but they say yes. I finally come back with the treasured silicon packet in my hand and a smile on my face. I explain why I needed it, and the funny looks sorta subside. Sorta - you can tell that they still think I am crazy.
Anywho.... I am at work today (obviously getting a lot done), when Alex walks in with a bag of chocolate covered popcorn to share with everyone. He passes it around and Laura takes a handful, Kathy takes some, and when it is passed to me, I start jumping up and down. The bag of popcorn has a silicon packet in it! I ask everyone if it is alright if I pour the bag of popcorn into a bowl to get to the silicon packet. They look at me funny (thinking "Why is this crazy girl getting so excited about a silicon packet?"), but they say yes. I finally come back with the treasured silicon packet in my hand and a smile on my face. I explain why I needed it, and the funny looks sorta subside. Sorta - you can tell that they still think I am crazy.
Sunday, October 2
I don't much like civilization.
I forget exactly what I was responding to when I said that, but it was said. Oh yes, it was when Heatherfeather and I were speaking of eating artichoke dip in a "civilized manner."
I do, however, like folari. Don't know what that is? Well, then you obviously haven't spent much time in Cameroon, you un-well-traveled person. Ok, I haven't been there either, but sweet Anna (an RPCV from Cameroon) made a folari sauce with rice dinner for me last night. Folari is kinda like spinach, only it's not. But there were other spices, lots of onion and garic (who am I kissin'?), and peanut butter in the sauce. It was GREAT!
In other news, Heather and I went to see Corpse Bride tonight. I still have the song, Thiller, stuck in my head. Goddamn movie. Ok, so the song wasn't in the movie, but in my head there was a whole Michael Jackson dance sequence added in. I was this close to getting up and dancing in the theater. I wonder if I still know the whole number?
I do, however, like folari. Don't know what that is? Well, then you obviously haven't spent much time in Cameroon, you un-well-traveled person. Ok, I haven't been there either, but sweet Anna (an RPCV from Cameroon) made a folari sauce with rice dinner for me last night. Folari is kinda like spinach, only it's not. But there were other spices, lots of onion and garic (who am I kissin'?), and peanut butter in the sauce. It was GREAT!
In other news, Heather and I went to see Corpse Bride tonight. I still have the song, Thiller, stuck in my head. Goddamn movie. Ok, so the song wasn't in the movie, but in my head there was a whole Michael Jackson dance sequence added in. I was this close to getting up and dancing in the theater. I wonder if I still know the whole number?
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