Pictures of My Going Away Party
At the Sushi Boat:
Anna, Issa, Pei, and Fritz:
Laura, Rae-Anne, Walter, and Anna:
Larissa, Pat, Brian, and Sarah:
Kate and Cate:
At The Lounge Later that Night:
Sunday, January 8
Saying Farewell
Friday, January 6
Going Away Party Reservations
Approximate conversation when Heatherfeather called Sushi Boat to make reservations for my Going Away Party:
Sushi Boat: Good Afternoon, You have reached the Sushi Boat. How can I help you?
Heatherfeather: I would like to make a reservation for a large party for tomorrow night.
Sushi Boat: How many in the party?
Heatherfeather: 22.
Sushi Boat: This is the Sushi Boat on Hampden. Did you mean to call the Sushi Den?
Heatherfeather: No, I meant to call you.
Sushi Boat: The Sushi Boat?
Heatherfeather: Yes.
Sushi Boat: Oh. GREAT!
No, it's not the prettiest sushi place in Denver, nor is it the most popular. But they have superb sushi and I have always liked how unpretentious they are there. Can't wait for some good sushi with all of my friends!
Sushi Boat: Good Afternoon, You have reached the Sushi Boat. How can I help you?
Heatherfeather: I would like to make a reservation for a large party for tomorrow night.
Sushi Boat: How many in the party?
Heatherfeather: 22.
Sushi Boat: This is the Sushi Boat on Hampden. Did you mean to call the Sushi Den?
Heatherfeather: No, I meant to call you.
Sushi Boat: The Sushi Boat?
Heatherfeather: Yes.
Sushi Boat: Oh. GREAT!
No, it's not the prettiest sushi place in Denver, nor is it the most popular. But they have superb sushi and I have always liked how unpretentious they are there. Can't wait for some good sushi with all of my friends!
Thursday, January 5
The Mango Test
Most of you know that I claim to be allergic to mango. Yes, I claim. I havent had mango in years - the thought of it makes my stomach turn simply bc I know how it might make me feel. But I am not 100% sure if it was definitely mango that caused that itchy mouth years back. See, the thing is that I am leaving for a mango-rich country in a week and I would really like to find out if this mango-allergy is real or not.
My mom (the retired nurse practitioner) and I talked about it today, and we are running a test. Tonight, I had my first bite of mango for years. Just a small bite, followed by another small bite 5 minutes later. Oh, it tasted goooooooood.
I haven't died yet. Just to let you know. Plus my mouth isn't itchy or anything.
I will keep you posted on this Mango Test in the next couple days - keep your fingers crossed for me!
My mom (the retired nurse practitioner) and I talked about it today, and we are running a test. Tonight, I had my first bite of mango for years. Just a small bite, followed by another small bite 5 minutes later. Oh, it tasted goooooooood.
I haven't died yet. Just to let you know. Plus my mouth isn't itchy or anything.
I will keep you posted on this Mango Test in the next couple days - keep your fingers crossed for me!
So, apparently, distractions are pretty distracting.
It's so sad that I really have nothing more to say than that.
Ok, there is more to say....I realized something tonight while spending time with my new distraction. And I pre-apologize to all of you out there that I love. But I realized that I don't want to see you one-on-one the next few days. My going-away party is fine. Thinking about Anna's birthday on Friday is alright. I can't be confronted with too many feelings if a bunch of people are around. But real one-on-one time is too much. In fact, I have been avoiding it subconsciously at all costs, which has given me a real commitment-phobic approach to making plans.
I don't mean to be all maybe-ish and last minute with you, the friends I love, but I just can't do it. I am no good at good-byes. So I prefer distraction. It's my coping mechanism of choice these days. Although it's not working like I had planned. It's not making the thoughts of you leave my mind.
Boy, do I suck at saying good-bye. I let it get to me waaaaaay too much. One time I was willing to risk hypothermia while frozen tears ran down my face because I "needed" to walk home in -11 degree Celsius weather. I "needed" to walk bc I needed to vent some emotions after saying goodbye to a good friend in Germany. Luckily another good friend wouldn't let me walk and forced me on the bus, where I cried some more. But those tears didn't freeze to my face. Saying good-bye sucks when you let it get to you.
Saying good-bye in DC this past month had me in a similar position, although it was not nearly as cold. I found myself outside Dupont-North metro station, standing at the top of the escalator under a friend's umbrella, crying. I just wasn't ready yet. So he agreed to have one more cup of coffee with me, waiting to say good-bye until I was ready. After a half-hour or so, we agreed to laugh about the moment I stood crying above the escalator at Dupont-North in two years when I get back. I was ready. I am sure I will laugh about it one day, but I will always remember how it felt to not be ready to leave, then to finally have to do it, and how it felt to walk home alone in the rain.
Remember, you are talking to the girl who flew back to DC two weeks later so she didn't feel like she had to say good-bye when she left the first time. Remember that, Sara, dear? Maybe I should learn a lesson from you. You are always the one to avoid these emotions, to just light up a cigarette and walk away. But no, I know that as you walk away, you still feel the same things that I feel, only in your own Marlboro-Red kinda way.
So, my current plan of attack for these last few good-byes? Go with it. Feel it. Be in the moment - whether the moment is spent with a distraction or with my loved ones. Moments like this I will remember forever, whether or not they involve tears freezing to my cheeks.
It's so sad that I really have nothing more to say than that.
Ok, there is more to say....I realized something tonight while spending time with my new distraction. And I pre-apologize to all of you out there that I love. But I realized that I don't want to see you one-on-one the next few days. My going-away party is fine. Thinking about Anna's birthday on Friday is alright. I can't be confronted with too many feelings if a bunch of people are around. But real one-on-one time is too much. In fact, I have been avoiding it subconsciously at all costs, which has given me a real commitment-phobic approach to making plans.
I don't mean to be all maybe-ish and last minute with you, the friends I love, but I just can't do it. I am no good at good-byes. So I prefer distraction. It's my coping mechanism of choice these days. Although it's not working like I had planned. It's not making the thoughts of you leave my mind.
Boy, do I suck at saying good-bye. I let it get to me waaaaaay too much. One time I was willing to risk hypothermia while frozen tears ran down my face because I "needed" to walk home in -11 degree Celsius weather. I "needed" to walk bc I needed to vent some emotions after saying goodbye to a good friend in Germany. Luckily another good friend wouldn't let me walk and forced me on the bus, where I cried some more. But those tears didn't freeze to my face. Saying good-bye sucks when you let it get to you.
Saying good-bye in DC this past month had me in a similar position, although it was not nearly as cold. I found myself outside Dupont-North metro station, standing at the top of the escalator under a friend's umbrella, crying. I just wasn't ready yet. So he agreed to have one more cup of coffee with me, waiting to say good-bye until I was ready. After a half-hour or so, we agreed to laugh about the moment I stood crying above the escalator at Dupont-North in two years when I get back. I was ready. I am sure I will laugh about it one day, but I will always remember how it felt to not be ready to leave, then to finally have to do it, and how it felt to walk home alone in the rain.
Remember, you are talking to the girl who flew back to DC two weeks later so she didn't feel like she had to say good-bye when she left the first time. Remember that, Sara, dear? Maybe I should learn a lesson from you. You are always the one to avoid these emotions, to just light up a cigarette and walk away. But no, I know that as you walk away, you still feel the same things that I feel, only in your own Marlboro-Red kinda way.
So, my current plan of attack for these last few good-byes? Go with it. Feel it. Be in the moment - whether the moment is spent with a distraction or with my loved ones. Moments like this I will remember forever, whether or not they involve tears freezing to my cheeks.
Wednesday, January 4
Yesterday, I spent the day at GSIS. Yes, apparently I am one of those nerds that can't leave school even when she is done with classes. You got a problem with that?
It was the first day of classes for everyone else, so it was quite the happening place to be. I had lunch, coffee, and dinner with old friends. I sat down with Professor DeMartino, Professor Levine, and PVA to say good-bye. But I know I will be in touch with them - I am going to have a TON of unanswered questions from those readings I have assigned to myself over the next two years. Wow, I am really that nerd who can't leave school, aren't I?
Yesterday was wonderful. Yesterday was exhausting. I came home and called Heatherfeather crying. Emotionally, this is all a bit too much. But everytime I think of how sad I am to leave, I realize how blessed I was to have it so good for this time. That doesn't make the sadness go away, but it does make me appreciate it more.
It was the first day of classes for everyone else, so it was quite the happening place to be. I had lunch, coffee, and dinner with old friends. I sat down with Professor DeMartino, Professor Levine, and PVA to say good-bye. But I know I will be in touch with them - I am going to have a TON of unanswered questions from those readings I have assigned to myself over the next two years. Wow, I am really that nerd who can't leave school, aren't I?
Yesterday was wonderful. Yesterday was exhausting. I came home and called Heatherfeather crying. Emotionally, this is all a bit too much. But everytime I think of how sad I am to leave, I realize how blessed I was to have it so good for this time. That doesn't make the sadness go away, but it does make me appreciate it more.
Ok, let me share my new address with all of you. I have been hesitant to do this, simply because the address is making it so real. But I sent myself over 20 lbs of books today. I sent myself books using an address with the word Guinea in it. It freaked me out beyond belief, and I havent been able to eat anything since - my stomach has been going in circles. My BOOKS are headed there. And those of you that know me well understand that means, in essence, a part of ME is already on its way. So here goes - my new address for all the world to see:
There it is. And part of me is already on its way.
Amy Klein
Corps de la Paix Americain
BP 1927
Conakry, Guinea
West Africa
There it is. And part of me is already on its way.
Monday, January 2
Reminiscing This New Years Weekend
I have decided that I am definitely not running away this time. I am too sad about leaving Denver to be running away. And I was way too sad to leave DC to have been running away then. What do these two facts mean to me during this New Year's time of reflection?
I have concluded that I have been the luckiest girl since I graduated college. As an "adult," I have really set myself up well and enjoyed the two lives that I have created for myself. DC was wonderful - I reconnected with old friends, I made marvelous new friends, I had a not-too-bad job, and I found the spot that I felt was home. Oh, and I cooked a lot of meatloaf for Chris and friends. When I left, I remember just thinking to myself, "one more month" or even "one more year." In fact, after leaving DC in early August, I returned for a mini-break two weeks later just to see Sara, Chris, Kerry, and everyone else. It was wonderfully reassuring that even though I had moved away two weeks before, DC did not crumble and vanish. I could always go back and celebrate the past - my wonderful year there. And go back I did. In fact, I have returned to DC four times during my year and a half in Denver. And even though I sometimes spend over a week, I never feel like I have enough time with my friends and with my city.
Coming to Denver was difficult - I complained of the lack of public transportation, the lack of decent Italian food, and mostly, the lack of Pikes Peak or a major body of water. But when I set up shop in Denver, I fell in love with life all over again. I got to know the shape of Mt Morrison and I grew to love the always-brown Green Mountain. I was challenged in school, challenged in my relationships, challenged by the Colorado lifestyle once again. I look back at this past year and a half and think of Fritz's parties, class with Dr. DeMartino, skiing with MK, Kate, and Mara, study sessions at Capuvino, salsa nights, Santa Fe, PVA's energy even early in the morning, reunions with my CC girls... the list can go on and on. I have really lived the most blessed life here in Denver.
As 2006 begins, I am not just reminiscing because the calendar reminds me to. I am reminiscing because I am beginning a new phase of my life, and I must leave a place that I have grown to love. I cried as the fireworks went off on 16th St., not because I am scared of this new adventure, but because I am once again wishing for only one more month, or maybe even one more year. But I have to remember that even though I leave, Denver is not going to crumble and vanish while I am gone, just as DC had not. The happiness I have felt in both DC and Denver will stay with me forever, and I can come back to remind me of that happiness any time I need to. I am not losing Denver; I am not losing DC. I am just working towards finding similar challenge and happiness in Guinea. Nothing is going to change in these two years, and all of my friends, family, and favorite mountains will wait for me until I return.
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ps - I can say this with confidence - mountains don't fall, family is always family, and I have made my friends verbally promise to still love me when I get back in two years.
I have concluded that I have been the luckiest girl since I graduated college. As an "adult," I have really set myself up well and enjoyed the two lives that I have created for myself. DC was wonderful - I reconnected with old friends, I made marvelous new friends, I had a not-too-bad job, and I found the spot that I felt was home. Oh, and I cooked a lot of meatloaf for Chris and friends. When I left, I remember just thinking to myself, "one more month" or even "one more year." In fact, after leaving DC in early August, I returned for a mini-break two weeks later just to see Sara, Chris, Kerry, and everyone else. It was wonderfully reassuring that even though I had moved away two weeks before, DC did not crumble and vanish. I could always go back and celebrate the past - my wonderful year there. And go back I did. In fact, I have returned to DC four times during my year and a half in Denver. And even though I sometimes spend over a week, I never feel like I have enough time with my friends and with my city.
Coming to Denver was difficult - I complained of the lack of public transportation, the lack of decent Italian food, and mostly, the lack of Pikes Peak or a major body of water. But when I set up shop in Denver, I fell in love with life all over again. I got to know the shape of Mt Morrison and I grew to love the always-brown Green Mountain. I was challenged in school, challenged in my relationships, challenged by the Colorado lifestyle once again. I look back at this past year and a half and think of Fritz's parties, class with Dr. DeMartino, skiing with MK, Kate, and Mara, study sessions at Capuvino, salsa nights, Santa Fe, PVA's energy even early in the morning, reunions with my CC girls... the list can go on and on. I have really lived the most blessed life here in Denver.
As 2006 begins, I am not just reminiscing because the calendar reminds me to. I am reminiscing because I am beginning a new phase of my life, and I must leave a place that I have grown to love. I cried as the fireworks went off on 16th St., not because I am scared of this new adventure, but because I am once again wishing for only one more month, or maybe even one more year. But I have to remember that even though I leave, Denver is not going to crumble and vanish while I am gone, just as DC had not. The happiness I have felt in both DC and Denver will stay with me forever, and I can come back to remind me of that happiness any time I need to. I am not losing Denver; I am not losing DC. I am just working towards finding similar challenge and happiness in Guinea. Nothing is going to change in these two years, and all of my friends, family, and favorite mountains will wait for me until I return.
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ps - I can say this with confidence - mountains don't fall, family is always family, and I have made my friends verbally promise to still love me when I get back in two years.
Sunday, January 1
New Years, Denver Style
It is 4:41 a.m right now. And I have finished uploading the pictures of New Years 2006. Now Simon can't complain to me that I never email him pictures, right? I will write more about it later - I have a lot to say, but now is not the time. I am ready for a good night's sleep. Sweet dreams and happy New Year everyone!
Dinner at Brix in Cherry Creek:
Dinner at Brix in Cherry Creek:
Out and about on 16th St:
Simon refusing to wear the reindeer antlers:
But we finally got him to put 'em on!
Midnight Celebrations:
The Toast Between Two Friends:
Friday, December 30
Refreshment
I have been distracted the last couple days, and I have wandered away from my packing. It was something I needed - I was really starting to stress. In fact, I couldn't go a day without making progress in the packing arena. I wasn't sleeping well, and my whole body ached. But now, after a 2 day break, I feel refreshed, relaxed, and ready to finish getting ready. All I can say is thank goodness for distraction. I feel like a new woman.
But now, I am looking forward to this New Year's Weekend - I can't wait to see Lamont and Simon again (yes, it's only been 2 weeks since I saw them in NY). I just didn't expect to see these wonderful men so many times in December/January before I left. What a lucky chick I am to have such wonderful people in my life!
And then, after the weekend, I am back to the packing (hopefully balancing my recent new distraction with my packing needs). I can't believe I am only 12 days from leaving! I know this is going to be a great week and a half. And I have to remember to live it up, stressfree, and have some fun.
No regrets.
Bring it on, Guinea.
But now, I am looking forward to this New Year's Weekend - I can't wait to see Lamont and Simon again (yes, it's only been 2 weeks since I saw them in NY). I just didn't expect to see these wonderful men so many times in December/January before I left. What a lucky chick I am to have such wonderful people in my life!
And then, after the weekend, I am back to the packing (hopefully balancing my recent new distraction with my packing needs). I can't believe I am only 12 days from leaving! I know this is going to be a great week and a half. And I have to remember to live it up, stressfree, and have some fun.
No regrets.
Bring it on, Guinea.
Wednesday, December 28
Night with the Girls
I love my CC girls. Whenever we get together, I feel great. Even if the whole group isn't there, it is wonderful (although we did miss Aimee and Larissa tonight!)
Anywho... Abbey is in town for the holidays so we made sure to get together and do something special. Want to know what the special thing was? Make biscuit pizzas. I was not familiar with this method of pizza-making. When deciding to do this, I believe my conversation with Anna went like this:
(please remember, my brain isn't working properly. It is on Winter Break after a TOUGH final quarter at grad school)
Anna: We should make pizzas on biscuits.
Me: Huh? Like biscuits?
Anna: Yeah, we used to do it in 4H. We can get those rolls of refrigerated biscuits and make pizzas. You just put your sauce and cheese and toppings on top and bake it!
Me: Ummm. Ok. Sounds good.
(long pause)
Me: Do you like roll out the biscuits?
Anna: Yeah, of course.
(still processing)
Me: Ok, can we get turkey pepperoni to put on top?
End scene.
But I wasn't the only one. When Abbey, Anna and I went to the grocery store, Anna recited the list of things we need for pizza: sauce, cheese, biscuits, turkey pepperoni, and Abbey interrupts with the same kind of questioning:
Abbey: Wait, why do we need biscuits?
Anna: For the pizzas.
Abbey: Oh, ok.
(pause)
Abbey: Wait, huh?
Me: I had the same problem.
It was a great night and I feel ready to leave.... no. That's a lie. But I will see Abbey and Anna for breakfast and a movie tomorrow morning, so I can squeeze in some more CC girl time before January 10th.
Here are some pictures from tonight:
Abbey, Sarah, and Anna:
Anna:
Sarah, the Sous-Chef:
Me, Mya, and Anna
Tuesday, December 27
Milton Friedman on Charlie Rose Tonight on PBS
Tonight, after a day of eating out and shopping for Guinea, I stumbled upon the Charlie Rose show on PBS and the guest tonight was Milton Friedman. This made me put down the remote control and hang around channel 6 for awhile. Here are some observations:
When asked if he thought anything about Jimmy Carter, he said he never met him and then, when asked about his thoughts on Carter's post-presidency work, Friedman brought up "that house building thing." I think a man who has received a Nobel Peace Prize deserves more respect than that, don't you?
Surprisinly, we agree on numerous topics, but we come to these conclusions through very different lines of thinking. Things we agree upon:
*High government spending is baaaaaad. Although I only think that high govt spending on certain things is baaaaaad (ie, military spending or fresh lilies on the White House Xmas tree) .
*Milton and I agree on the elimination of farm subsidies
*We also think that legalizing but regulating all drugs would actually be better than the current system
*Flat tax rates are the way to go - ok, we have the same reasoning on this one. In fact, I quote good ol' Milton when i discuss this topic.
*Alan Greenspan is a god.
*George Bush Sr. and George Bush Jr. both suck.
Overall, it was a great show. I would love to sit down and chit chat with Milton myself, but for now, the Charlie Rose interview will have to do.
Milton liked to pick his nose every couple minutes. After awhile, you would see him raise his finger towards his nose and then the producers would switch to a different camera shot where we couldn't see it. But we all knew what Milton was up to.
Best quote of the evening:
"The biggest mistake Ronald Reagan made was selecting George Bush as his running mate."
Second best quote:
In response to the question, "so, in essence, are you a libertarian?" Milton says,
"I like to say that I am a republican with a capital 'R' and a libertarian with a lower-case 'l'."
When asked if he thought anything about Jimmy Carter, he said he never met him and then, when asked about his thoughts on Carter's post-presidency work, Friedman brought up "that house building thing." I think a man who has received a Nobel Peace Prize deserves more respect than that, don't you?
Surprisinly, we agree on numerous topics, but we come to these conclusions through very different lines of thinking. Things we agree upon:
*High government spending is baaaaaad. Although I only think that high govt spending on certain things is baaaaaad (ie, military spending or fresh lilies on the White House Xmas tree) .
*Milton and I agree on the elimination of farm subsidies
*We also think that legalizing but regulating all drugs would actually be better than the current system
*Flat tax rates are the way to go - ok, we have the same reasoning on this one. In fact, I quote good ol' Milton when i discuss this topic.
*Alan Greenspan is a god.
*George Bush Sr. and George Bush Jr. both suck.
Overall, it was a great show. I would love to sit down and chit chat with Milton myself, but for now, the Charlie Rose interview will have to do.
Wednesday, December 14
Got my flight to Philly
I am leaving January 10th, 12:48 pm from DIA. Direct to Philly. Staging starts the next day!
I am so excited!
I am so excited!
Wednesday, December 7
Pittsburgh
This past weekend I went to visit my family in Pennsylvania/Ohio/West Virginia. The last few times I have spent time with them have been amazing. Although my mother and I are VERY different from those back near the Ohio River, and although I am pretty sure a few of them think I am CRAZY, I can relate to them in a way I just don't relate to the other people in my life. I guess most people feel that way about their family.
Anyway here is what I did this weekend:
-I got to see Heidi's wedding dress (she will be married this summer, and I won't be there)
-I got to know her fiancee a bit better. After all, he will be family next time I see him
-I got to play Mario Cart with Alicia.
-I got to eat Lee's spaghetti and meatballs, sans meatballs (we got there too late).
-Oh, and most excitingly, I got to go to the Ohio State High School Football Championships, where my cousin, Nick, played starting Linebacker for the WINNING TEAM! He's 6'4" and over 200 lbs (at age 16). In the picture, he makes all of us look like dwarves:
Ok, the picture isn't uploading, but imagine this: a bunch of tiny people next to two gi-normous football stars smiling whatever is beyond ear to ear (Joe on the left, Nick on the right).
Overall, it was the perfect trip.... until our flight was cancelled yesterday. I was lucky enough to spend 12+ hours in the Pittsburgh airport. At least they have great shopping. All I can think is that maybe I got the bad-airport kharma out of the way before this week's trip to DC!
It's weird to really start saying good-bye. I am going to miss them.
Anyway here is what I did this weekend:
-I got to see Heidi's wedding dress (she will be married this summer, and I won't be there)
-I got to know her fiancee a bit better. After all, he will be family next time I see him
-I got to play Mario Cart with Alicia.
-I got to eat Lee's spaghetti and meatballs, sans meatballs (we got there too late).
-Oh, and most excitingly, I got to go to the Ohio State High School Football Championships, where my cousin, Nick, played starting Linebacker for the WINNING TEAM! He's 6'4" and over 200 lbs (at age 16). In the picture, he makes all of us look like dwarves:
Ok, the picture isn't uploading, but imagine this: a bunch of tiny people next to two gi-normous football stars smiling whatever is beyond ear to ear (Joe on the left, Nick on the right).
Overall, it was the perfect trip.... until our flight was cancelled yesterday. I was lucky enough to spend 12+ hours in the Pittsburgh airport. At least they have great shopping. All I can think is that maybe I got the bad-airport kharma out of the way before this week's trip to DC!
It's weird to really start saying good-bye. I am going to miss them.
Wednesday, November 30
Biking in Guinea
Many of you have heard me talk about my ideal site in Guinea - a small village within biking distance to a town. Here is Bonnie's story about her 45 km bike to Labe:
"First time away from Home. We had to go to Labe for girls conference mtg. I was kinda dreading it, because I'm comfortable here and would much rather stay than either biking or ride bush taxi to Labe. We had no choice but to bike, because there is no car going to Labe the day we had to go. I had to first bike 17km to another village and stay over at Toni's (another volunteer who teaches English), then the next day we left for Lave at 7:00am. There is a mountain b/w her and I, and I have to push the bike up and down at some part, because I am just not Lance Armstrong. We didn't get to Labe until 2:00pm in the afternoon. The distance isn't bad, 45km, but the terrain is a killer. 2 large mountains, water puddles, gravels that seems to glue the tires to the ground, large rocks seems like steps that we must walk to get pass, I finally got a taste of mountain biking. The scenery is beautiful, especially through the yellow wheat (?) field that is waist high, imagine biking through sea of soft flowing wheat of mountains in the distance. We passed through a few small villages, and was fun to greet people along the way. Didn't like it once we got to Labe, all the people, calling us "Portos" (white people in pular), noisy, fumes, oh-la-la, I much prefer my small and friendly village. Stay at Labe wasn't too exciting, exchanged some stories & talked about what we do for girls conference, then we just sat around. The highlight is that I got to talk to my family on the phone and reassured them things are going well at site. We stayed for 2 nights and came back to site on our bikes also. The return trip only takes 5.5 hrs, as the first leg is all downhill. We are hoping we'll get better at it each time we go. What happens to hole in tire you ask? We are equipped w/ patch kit, so it shouldn't be a problem. Although we were lucky not have encountered it in our 1st trip. I was worried about it, but now I qualified to adjust breaks. Perhaps in 2 years, if nothing else I'll be at least good at fixing bike. So I biked almost 130 km in 3 days. Very proud of myself."
"First time away from Home. We had to go to Labe for girls conference mtg. I was kinda dreading it, because I'm comfortable here and would much rather stay than either biking or ride bush taxi to Labe. We had no choice but to bike, because there is no car going to Labe the day we had to go. I had to first bike 17km to another village and stay over at Toni's (another volunteer who teaches English), then the next day we left for Lave at 7:00am. There is a mountain b/w her and I, and I have to push the bike up and down at some part, because I am just not Lance Armstrong. We didn't get to Labe until 2:00pm in the afternoon. The distance isn't bad, 45km, but the terrain is a killer. 2 large mountains, water puddles, gravels that seems to glue the tires to the ground, large rocks seems like steps that we must walk to get pass, I finally got a taste of mountain biking. The scenery is beautiful, especially through the yellow wheat (?) field that is waist high, imagine biking through sea of soft flowing wheat of mountains in the distance. We passed through a few small villages, and was fun to greet people along the way. Didn't like it once we got to Labe, all the people, calling us "Portos" (white people in pular), noisy, fumes, oh-la-la, I much prefer my small and friendly village. Stay at Labe wasn't too exciting, exchanged some stories & talked about what we do for girls conference, then we just sat around. The highlight is that I got to talk to my family on the phone and reassured them things are going well at site. We stayed for 2 nights and came back to site on our bikes also. The return trip only takes 5.5 hrs, as the first leg is all downhill. We are hoping we'll get better at it each time we go. What happens to hole in tire you ask? We are equipped w/ patch kit, so it shouldn't be a problem. Although we were lucky not have encountered it in our 1st trip. I was worried about it, but now I qualified to adjust breaks. Perhaps in 2 years, if nothing else I'll be at least good at fixing bike. So I biked almost 130 km in 3 days. Very proud of myself."
Tuesday, November 29
Phantom Limb Sensation
Last night I had this dream, and it has haunted me throughout the day. Basically, without going into too much detail (because the details make me wanna hurl), I was at the dinner table with my family (mom, dad, grandma) and I was talking to my dad. We were getting ready to eat, and I realized that my pointer finger on my left hand was massively injured (I won't tell you how - that's the super-creepy-gross part). So, my mom finally got my dad to realize and he stopped talking finally. My mom, being a nurse, got her medical kit out and began taking care of me, but it wasn't working. She was using this weird kind of band-aid that could heal anything if you just made the colors line up. But we couldn't get the pink to match the pink and the purple to go to the purple, so I mentally accepted the fact that I was going to loose my finger. I woke up and freaked out! But I still had my finger, fortunately, and I fell back to sleep holding my pointer finger in my other hand to protect it. All day today, I have felt very conscious of my pointer finger. It's almost as if I am surprised it is still there - the dream was just so vivid. But typing this, I am very aware of each key I strike with that finger. It just feels weird to have it actually be there and still working. I guess this is the opposite of what docs call "phantom limb sensation." That's when you loose a limb and still feel it there and still try to use it and such. I still have my finger, but I feel like it's not there. Strange. That's all I have to say. Hopefully this will go away by tomorrow.
Monday, November 28
caoutchouc!
No, that's not a sneeze, it's French for rubber. How do I know that? Mr. Rubberhands told me so.
For those of you who have met Mr. Rubberhands, here's a link to a BBC News photo journal showing the Firestone Rubber Plantation (the biggest in the world) in Liberia. It made me laugh. It also got that song stuck in my head again. Damn.
ps - (It also made me angry that a Japanese (formerly US) firm is paying the workers $3/day. I wonder what their executives make over in Tokyo. But let's not go there.)
For those of you who have met Mr. Rubberhands, here's a link to a BBC News photo journal showing the Firestone Rubber Plantation (the biggest in the world) in Liberia. It made me laugh. It also got that song stuck in my head again. Damn.
ps - (It also made me angry that a Japanese (formerly US) firm is paying the workers $3/day. I wonder what their executives make over in Tokyo. But let's not go there.)
Tuesday, November 22
Leather Elbow Patches
Last week, I went to an inspiring dinner with three friends in my (former) grad program. Three of the four of us are pretty sure that we want to go on and become professors. I guess this says a lot about the people I hang out with, huh? We're all a bunch of nerds. Which is alright by me.
Anyway, we came to discuss the odd habits of our GSIS professors, including DeMartino's habit of filling up a mug with hot water (no teabag or anything) and proceeding to drink it before he crosses the threshold back into his office. MK says he does this a few times a day. We also spoke of professors that jingle the change in their pocket while they lecture - to the point where you could guess exactly which coins were in there. I still giggle about PVA's overuse of the endearing term, "friend," as in "good job on that paper, my friend" or his use of "guy" in the same manner: "great point you brought up in class today, guy!"
This was followed by a discussion of our future odd habits that our students will notice (and then sit around the same table and discuss). Jim definitely had the most pronounced habits. First of all, his head-tilting habit lets you know what he is thinking. His flipping-pen syndrome is also pretty apparent, although sometimes he mixes that in with the pen moustache (holding a pen tightly between his upper lip and nose before trying to let it fall and catch it in his mouth--we caught him doing it in class). I recommended that he not do the pen-moustache while listening to students' presentations.
Does the fact that Jim has these strange habits make him more likely to be successful at this whole teaching thing? Since this conversation last week, I have been trying to notice my strange habits that will carry over into the classroom. I am sure that they exist, but I just can't recognize them yet. If anyone has noticed any of my habits or has any ideas of habits I can try to incorporate into my repertoire, let me know.
Anyway, we came to discuss the odd habits of our GSIS professors, including DeMartino's habit of filling up a mug with hot water (no teabag or anything) and proceeding to drink it before he crosses the threshold back into his office. MK says he does this a few times a day. We also spoke of professors that jingle the change in their pocket while they lecture - to the point where you could guess exactly which coins were in there. I still giggle about PVA's overuse of the endearing term, "friend," as in "good job on that paper, my friend" or his use of "guy" in the same manner: "great point you brought up in class today, guy!"
This was followed by a discussion of our future odd habits that our students will notice (and then sit around the same table and discuss). Jim definitely had the most pronounced habits. First of all, his head-tilting habit lets you know what he is thinking. His flipping-pen syndrome is also pretty apparent, although sometimes he mixes that in with the pen moustache (holding a pen tightly between his upper lip and nose before trying to let it fall and catch it in his mouth--we caught him doing it in class). I recommended that he not do the pen-moustache while listening to students' presentations.
Does the fact that Jim has these strange habits make him more likely to be successful at this whole teaching thing? Since this conversation last week, I have been trying to notice my strange habits that will carry over into the classroom. I am sure that they exist, but I just can't recognize them yet. If anyone has noticed any of my habits or has any ideas of habits I can try to incorporate into my repertoire, let me know.
Today's Emotion
I am not really sure if I am done or just beginning.
I handed in my last paper today. Done with grad school. Now I can focus on Peace Corps. Now I can focus on saying good-bye. Leaving the life I have gotten pretty good at.
Stupid me, I thought this would be easy.
I handed in my last paper today. Done with grad school. Now I can focus on Peace Corps. Now I can focus on saying good-bye. Leaving the life I have gotten pretty good at.
Stupid me, I thought this would be easy.
Sunday, November 20
Driving the cities of West Africa
This is what driving in Monrovia, Liberia looks like. It's a picture from BBC News, and has the caption: life returns to normal. Normal? Now, I am a girl from Jersey. I know traffic circles, let me tell you. But I am still not sure what exactly is going on driving-wise in this picture. Who has the right of way, and don't those two yellow cars look like they are about to crash? Oh, and there are two more yellow cars about to clear the intersection that look like they already have! Yes, those two yellow ones right in front of the Red Cross SUV. And there are people scattered throughout the street. How, in heaven's name, do they know when to cross? And which cars are parked and which ones are moving? I guess if I were there in real life, this might make a bit more sense?
Now, I know that I am supposed to be writing about utilizing "intergrated development" to better solve the long-term problems of refugee populations, but I am instead rereading the BBCNews Africa page, like I do way too frequently. I always find some picture to stare at and try to imagine myself there - listening to the sounds, smelling the scents, truly placing myself within the picture. And this picture has made me feel one way only: thankful. Thankful that I will NOT be living in Conakry or Monrovia or Dakar or whatever other city's traffic must look like this. I prefer to cross the street without feeling the need to pray.
Friday, November 18
An Update:
The list of things I cut off the post-it note in my planner and crumpled up yesterday and today (aka the list of things completed!):
-Applied Field Methods Final exam (18 pages)
-Political Economy of Inequality final paper (16 pages)
-Book review for PE of Inequality (7 pages)
-Statistical Analysis for PE of Inequality (6 pages)
-Group presentation on "the future" (1.5 hours)
I so earned the right to snort wasabi up my nose if I please!
-Applied Field Methods Final exam (18 pages)
-Political Economy of Inequality final paper (16 pages)
-Book review for PE of Inequality (7 pages)
-Statistical Analysis for PE of Inequality (6 pages)
-Group presentation on "the future" (1.5 hours)
I so earned the right to snort wasabi up my nose if I please!
Please Note....
That on Nov 10th, I had 41 pages left to write.
Today, Nov 18th, I have 18 left. I rule.
By tomorrow, I will have 12 left. All due Monday at noon. Not a problem.
Today, Nov 18th, I have 18 left. I rule.
By tomorrow, I will have 12 left. All due Monday at noon. Not a problem.
Wednesday, November 16
You know you're an econ nerd when....
-You would rather continue reading about flat vs graduated income taxes as a means to redistribute wealth than take a break with a friend.
-You tell your friend, "Come look at this before you leave - this MNC tax is AMAZING!"
-You get excited about vertical integration of agro commodities in developing economies.
-You write this and it makes you happier than anything in the world:
"The West will not, out of altruism, reverse the system of trade that continues to exploit the developing world. It is Africa, Asia, Latin America that must fight to force the needed change. As long as the South remains a price-taker in the world economy, especially for agricultural commodities, it will continue to be exploited and global inequality will continue to persist."
Ok, back to taxes and world trade!!!!! Yippeeeeee!
-You tell your friend, "Come look at this before you leave - this MNC tax is AMAZING!"
-You get excited about vertical integration of agro commodities in developing economies.
-You write this and it makes you happier than anything in the world:
"The West will not, out of altruism, reverse the system of trade that continues to exploit the developing world. It is Africa, Asia, Latin America that must fight to force the needed change. As long as the South remains a price-taker in the world economy, especially for agricultural commodities, it will continue to be exploited and global inequality will continue to persist."
Ok, back to taxes and world trade!!!!! Yippeeeeee!
Tuesday, November 15
Mind Control
What I am Trying NOT To Think About:
-my future market in Guinea
-stupid boys
-shoes
-not so stupid boys
-packing
-my trip to NY and DC
-Turkey (I wait all year for Thanksgiving)
What I am Trying TO Think About:
-gender justice in the realm of capabilites and income inequalities
C'mon, Brain, work with me!!!!
-my future market in Guinea
-stupid boys
-shoes
-not so stupid boys
-packing
-my trip to NY and DC
-Turkey (I wait all year for Thanksgiving)
What I am Trying TO Think About:
-gender justice in the realm of capabilites and income inequalities
C'mon, Brain, work with me!!!!
Monday, November 14
Sheisse....
The eye twitch has begun.
I only get it when I am stressed. It's kinda like my body's way of focusing my attention on the stress. C'mon, body, like I didn't know I was freaking out without the signal!
I only get it when I am stressed. It's kinda like my body's way of focusing my attention on the stress. C'mon, body, like I didn't know I was freaking out without the signal!
The Planner
I am forever indebted to a simple pile of papers held together by a wire spriral. It is my planner, and I love him. Let me show you what this week looks like:
You can see that it is finals week, and therefore, I have no life. Please note the little green post-it on the right page (the second half of the week). It has a list of all that needs to get done, along with the pages it is and when it is due. For everything I finish, I get to not only scribble it out on that little green post-it, I get to cut it out and RIP IT UP! How much of a stress-relieving symbolic ritual is that?!
To be honest, I go through kind of manic-depressive stages with this list of to-do papers. At one moment, I am on top of it all - so ready for this week - in charge of my own A+ destiny. At the next moment, I feel like I will never make it through - that I am not made for grad school - that I am going to just shrivel up and die still clutching that green to-do list.
So, bear with me these next few days. You may want to stay out of my way (especially when I am driving - I tend to not care as much about pedestrians when stressed).
But I will be DONE with grad school by next Tuesday! How crazy is that?!
You can see that it is finals week, and therefore, I have no life. Please note the little green post-it on the right page (the second half of the week). It has a list of all that needs to get done, along with the pages it is and when it is due. For everything I finish, I get to not only scribble it out on that little green post-it, I get to cut it out and RIP IT UP! How much of a stress-relieving symbolic ritual is that?!
To be honest, I go through kind of manic-depressive stages with this list of to-do papers. At one moment, I am on top of it all - so ready for this week - in charge of my own A+ destiny. At the next moment, I feel like I will never make it through - that I am not made for grad school - that I am going to just shrivel up and die still clutching that green to-do list.
So, bear with me these next few days. You may want to stay out of my way (especially when I am driving - I tend to not care as much about pedestrians when stressed).
But I will be DONE with grad school by next Tuesday! How crazy is that?!
Sunday, November 13
Da Punchies Part II
Ummm.... to explain Da Punchies Part I, my lazy butt is going to link to Heather. She wrote it up so nicely!
http://swandive00.blogspot.com/2005/11/when-crazies-get-punchies.html
Oh, and yesterday I successfully wrote 4 pages, not the 8 I had planned. Oh well.
http://swandive00.blogspot.com/2005/11/when-crazies-get-punchies.html
Oh, and yesterday I successfully wrote 4 pages, not the 8 I had planned. Oh well.
My Bipolar Self
How I Felt an Hour Ago:
Yeah running down a dream
That never would come to me
Working on a mystery
Going wherever it leads
Running down a dream
I rolled on as the sky grew dark
I put the pedal down to make some time
There's something good waiting down this road
I'm picking up whatever is mine
How I Feel Now:
Well I don’t know what I’ve been told
You never slow down, you never grow old
I’m tired of screwing up,
I’m tired of goin’ down
I’m tired of myself,
I’m tired of this town
Oh my my, oh hell yes
Honey put on that party dress
Buy me a drink, sing me a song,
Take me as I come ’cause I can’t stay long
Yeah running down a dream
That never would come to me
Working on a mystery
Going wherever it leads
Running down a dream
I rolled on as the sky grew dark
I put the pedal down to make some time
There's something good waiting down this road
I'm picking up whatever is mine
How I Feel Now:
Well I don’t know what I’ve been told
You never slow down, you never grow old
I’m tired of screwing up,
I’m tired of goin’ down
I’m tired of myself,
I’m tired of this town
Oh my my, oh hell yes
Honey put on that party dress
Buy me a drink, sing me a song,
Take me as I come ’cause I can’t stay long
Africa's First Female President
Well, even though Mr. Weah is claiming election fraud, it looks like Ellen Johnson-Sirleaf is going to be the first president of Liberia since the war. She has said that she wants to bring "motherly sensitivity and emotion to the presidency." I like this idea, especially in West Africa, where pompous male leaders have lead to the deaths of thousands over the last 15 years. Sensitivity, whether from a male or female, will hopefully work to heal the wounds suffered throughout the region.
Some of Weah's supporters are protesting the election, even though Ecowas has stated that the elections were free and fair. I am worried that this could prevent Liberia's healing. In a nation where people are used to picking up guns for reasons such as this, it is going to be difficult to keep this peaceful. In fact, protesters have already come into conflict with the police - and tear gas was used to disperse the crowd. Hopefully this is all we will hear about. I pray that this is all we will hear about.
If Liberia can do this, it gives me hope for the rest of the world.
Some of Weah's supporters are protesting the election, even though Ecowas has stated that the elections were free and fair. I am worried that this could prevent Liberia's healing. In a nation where people are used to picking up guns for reasons such as this, it is going to be difficult to keep this peaceful. In fact, protesters have already come into conflict with the police - and tear gas was used to disperse the crowd. Hopefully this is all we will hear about. I pray that this is all we will hear about.
If Liberia can do this, it gives me hope for the rest of the world.
Saturday, November 12
Da Punchies.....
The curious incident of the raisin:
"Raisin yo' foes!"
"You're a banana problem."
"I don't want the raisin to do the chewing for me!"
I will explain later. Maybe.
"Raisin yo' foes!"
"You're a banana problem."
"I don't want the raisin to do the chewing for me!"
I will explain later. Maybe.
Friday, November 11
Sleepless Night
Last night, after I finished my AFM Research Design paper (which came out well, I might add!), I went stright to bed. It was early - only 12:30, but I was exhausted.
The only problem was that I couldn't fall asleep! I kept mentally writing papers or correcting the one I had just written - you know adding a half a sentence of clarification here or whatever. I guess the stress of finals is once again getting to me!
So, I decided at around 1:30 to STOP thinking about school. I did some deep breathing stuff and tried to relax myself into sleep. Of course, then I started worrying about my packing list for Guinea! I remember looking at the clock at around 3ish before I dozed off. For some reason, I just couldn't control all these worries....
So, needlesss to say, I am exhausted. I woke up at 6, got to school by 8am, and I will hopefully be home by 8pm. I was so tired during my break from class this morning, I wasn't sure if I had the energy to walk DOWNstairs to visit MK. That's pathetic!
I can only think about one thing right now: I know what I am doing tonight - getting home ASAP and getting into PJ's for a little something I like to call B-E-D.
The only problem was that I couldn't fall asleep! I kept mentally writing papers or correcting the one I had just written - you know adding a half a sentence of clarification here or whatever. I guess the stress of finals is once again getting to me!
So, I decided at around 1:30 to STOP thinking about school. I did some deep breathing stuff and tried to relax myself into sleep. Of course, then I started worrying about my packing list for Guinea! I remember looking at the clock at around 3ish before I dozed off. For some reason, I just couldn't control all these worries....
So, needlesss to say, I am exhausted. I woke up at 6, got to school by 8am, and I will hopefully be home by 8pm. I was so tired during my break from class this morning, I wasn't sure if I had the energy to walk DOWNstairs to visit MK. That's pathetic!
I can only think about one thing right now: I know what I am doing tonight - getting home ASAP and getting into PJ's for a little something I like to call B-E-D.
Update:
Now only 41 pages left! Getting there!
Assignment and Pages Left:
stat paper: 2
book review: 5
research design: 0 (yay!)
AFM final: 12
Ineq Final: 10
Refugee Final: 12
Total: 41
Assignment and Pages Left:
stat paper: 2
book review: 5
research design: 0 (yay!)
AFM final: 12
Ineq Final: 10
Refugee Final: 12
Total: 41
Thursday, November 10
Wednesday, November 9
A New Pineapple
Has anyone else noticed the new emblem on the Building for Hotel, Restaurant, and Tourism Management. Is it just me, or is it a pineapple?
I noticed it today while taking a break outside the library. It made me crack up! I mean - a new beautiful building with a HUGE (and I mean HUGE!) pineapple on the front. Am I the only one who doesn't really get it?
It kinda reminded me of the Barbarini bee. The Barbarini family was a wealthy family in Rome whose signature emblem was the bee. So, on any artwork they commissioned, there is an overabundance of bees (see Bernini's Baldacchino at St. Peter's below - you can see the bees everywhere!) There was also a family that put pinecones everywhere. I forget who they were, but if you see a pinecone in Italy, it was paid for by you-know-who.
So, if following the Barbarini example, does the pineapple at DU represent some family that donated the cash to DU to build that new building?
Maybe I should decide on an emblem to represent my family. Then I can put it on buildings all over the world, and then generations to come will know who funded it. Or maybe I should put off deciding until I have enough money to build a giant bronze canopy.... maybe that will be my cue to decide on a family emblem.
I noticed it today while taking a break outside the library. It made me crack up! I mean - a new beautiful building with a HUGE (and I mean HUGE!) pineapple on the front. Am I the only one who doesn't really get it?
It kinda reminded me of the Barbarini bee. The Barbarini family was a wealthy family in Rome whose signature emblem was the bee. So, on any artwork they commissioned, there is an overabundance of bees (see Bernini's Baldacchino at St. Peter's below - you can see the bees everywhere!) There was also a family that put pinecones everywhere. I forget who they were, but if you see a pinecone in Italy, it was paid for by you-know-who.
So, if following the Barbarini example, does the pineapple at DU represent some family that donated the cash to DU to build that new building?
Maybe I should decide on an emblem to represent my family. Then I can put it on buildings all over the world, and then generations to come will know who funded it. Or maybe I should put off deciding until I have enough money to build a giant bronze canopy.... maybe that will be my cue to decide on a family emblem.
How am I supposed to get more work done?
My last daydream: My mom is visiting me, and I make her walk across those planks to get into the market. She is scared, just like I was my first time, but I convince her to cross by saying with a giggle, "Ma, do you want to eat or not?" She thinks it is dirty and smells bad, but I remind her that it is my home.
Two months and two days left, right? Wow.
ps - check out those electric lines in the background!
Update:
I have written some pages that have lowered the ticker on the side menu. Check it out ----->>>
Sunday, November 6
Ummmmm.......
If anyone is looking for a job in Conakry, Guinea, check this out:
Vacancy: APCD/Small Enterprise Development
Location: Conakry, Guinea
Looks like they are looking for my future APCD RIGHT NOW!
And knowing how long the PC hiring process takes, I betcha we will have an APCD change in 6-12 months! How WEIRD to see my own APCD's job announcement online!!!!!
Vacancy: APCD/Small Enterprise Development
Location: Conakry, Guinea
Looks like they are looking for my future APCD RIGHT NOW!
And knowing how long the PC hiring process takes, I betcha we will have an APCD change in 6-12 months! How WEIRD to see my own APCD's job announcement online!!!!!
Saturday, November 5
Re-Energized
Ten Great Things That Happened to Me Tonight:
1) I left work an hour early.
2) For $3 I replaced the battery in my car clicker thing (aka keyless entry remote)! Who knew Batteries Plus existed?
3) I was made fun of by Rob in front of a classroom of people for still having his Ripples of the Zambezi book.
4) I learned about this really cool Bulgarian crafts organization that I want to buy stuff from to furnish my next home. Hey, it can't all be from Africa.
5) I walked into the ISAID/Peace Corps Community conference as Bernie was presenting about sex, drugs, and drinking.
6) During the breakout session, I was one of the two MIs in a room full of RPCVs from Africa. Got great answers to my questions.
7) I realized I am leaving in two months. Which is less time than a quarter at DU.
8) Chris handed me an African mask from Namibia and told me to smell it. "It smells like the market where I bought it."
9) On ONE single plate, I had Zambian collard greens, Sierra Leonian chicken, baklava, and some Armenian meat wrapped in grape leaves. Peace Corps shin-digs feed you well.
10) I got tipsy at the GSIS again.
Well, folks, I have been reinspired. I am ready for Africa!
1) I left work an hour early.
2) For $3 I replaced the battery in my car clicker thing (aka keyless entry remote)! Who knew Batteries Plus existed?
3) I was made fun of by Rob in front of a classroom of people for still having his Ripples of the Zambezi book.
4) I learned about this really cool Bulgarian crafts organization that I want to buy stuff from to furnish my next home. Hey, it can't all be from Africa.
5) I walked into the ISAID/Peace Corps Community conference as Bernie was presenting about sex, drugs, and drinking.
6) During the breakout session, I was one of the two MIs in a room full of RPCVs from Africa. Got great answers to my questions.
7) I realized I am leaving in two months. Which is less time than a quarter at DU.
8) Chris handed me an African mask from Namibia and told me to smell it. "It smells like the market where I bought it."
9) On ONE single plate, I had Zambian collard greens, Sierra Leonian chicken, baklava, and some Armenian meat wrapped in grape leaves. Peace Corps shin-digs feed you well.
10) I got tipsy at the GSIS again.
Well, folks, I have been reinspired. I am ready for Africa!
Friday, November 4
My Encounter with Mr. Henry McKoy
How am I going to set up a program that actually helps the people in my village in Guinea?
Today at school, I met the Africa Regional Director for Peace Corps, Henry McKoy. An RPCV and I were able to ask him a few questions about setting up PC placements and he had some very interesting responses. To begin, Charley (RPCV Tanzania) and I asked him how PC assesses the needs of a community before they send a volunteer there. Mr. McKoy said that PC meets mostly with big-wig gov't officials to assess the needs, and because PC is invited into a country, they can't do much more. A single two-week session of meetings with the Foreign Minister and the Ministers of Agriculture or Education or whatever, and PC is good to go.
So, we concluded that PC does not really do any type of research about the needs of a community. I followed up with a question about training volunteers to do accurate needs assessments once they get to their site. He said that volunteers are taught to do an "informal" needs assessments when they get to site, whatever that means. He gave me some examples and told some good stories, but he really didn't convince Charley or I that PC focuses on the real people and not only the government's wishes.
I was somewhat surprised the PC doesn't focus more on finding the true needs of the community or at least rigorously training a volunteer to do so. I mean, do government officials in Guinea know what things their constituents actually need? I was reminded by Charley afterwards that PC is political - involving both the US and the foreign gov't heavily. I guess I just always try to put that fact out of my head. I really want to set up projects that address the actual felt needs of my community, and I am not really sure I will be able to do that.
Sometimes when I start to overthink it all, I just have to say to myself "Forget it, Amy. Just go over to Guinea and have a good time."
It's Friday - I am not going to think about it anymore. I am going to finish up work, go to the Peace Corps event at 4 (which I will hopefully write more about), and then start the weekend!
Today at school, I met the Africa Regional Director for Peace Corps, Henry McKoy. An RPCV and I were able to ask him a few questions about setting up PC placements and he had some very interesting responses. To begin, Charley (RPCV Tanzania) and I asked him how PC assesses the needs of a community before they send a volunteer there. Mr. McKoy said that PC meets mostly with big-wig gov't officials to assess the needs, and because PC is invited into a country, they can't do much more. A single two-week session of meetings with the Foreign Minister and the Ministers of Agriculture or Education or whatever, and PC is good to go.
So, we concluded that PC does not really do any type of research about the needs of a community. I followed up with a question about training volunteers to do accurate needs assessments once they get to their site. He said that volunteers are taught to do an "informal" needs assessments when they get to site, whatever that means. He gave me some examples and told some good stories, but he really didn't convince Charley or I that PC focuses on the real people and not only the government's wishes.
I was somewhat surprised the PC doesn't focus more on finding the true needs of the community or at least rigorously training a volunteer to do so. I mean, do government officials in Guinea know what things their constituents actually need? I was reminded by Charley afterwards that PC is political - involving both the US and the foreign gov't heavily. I guess I just always try to put that fact out of my head. I really want to set up projects that address the actual felt needs of my community, and I am not really sure I will be able to do that.
Sometimes when I start to overthink it all, I just have to say to myself "Forget it, Amy. Just go over to Guinea and have a good time."
It's Friday - I am not going to think about it anymore. I am going to finish up work, go to the Peace Corps event at 4 (which I will hopefully write more about), and then start the weekend!
To-Do List for the Weekend
I am going to write two pages that have 5 page minimums. Two easy ones to cross off. That will feel good.
I am also going to take a bike ride this weekend. Alone. If it is not snowing (hey, you actually never know here in Denver and I haven't looked at the extended forecast in days). Anyway, bike ride.
And becasue every weekend needs some crazy birthday fun, I am going to go out Saturday to celebrate MARA'S BIRTHDAY!
I am also going to take a bike ride this weekend. Alone. If it is not snowing (hey, you actually never know here in Denver and I haven't looked at the extended forecast in days). Anyway, bike ride.
And becasue every weekend needs some crazy birthday fun, I am going to go out Saturday to celebrate MARA'S BIRTHDAY!
Thursday, November 3
Beep beep beep - the Emergency Alert System has been activated.
Sometimes I forget how mean I actually am.
I mean, generally, I am a nice person, right? But when I get stressed and have to focus (aka, week 8 every quarter), the bitch in me really rears its ugly head. Many of you who know me well recognize that I get this way when I need down time, alone time, Amy-time. At these stressed moments, my Amy-time disappears - alone time turns into work time. And all of a sudden, I turn into a bitch.
Maybe I am sharing this with all of you as a warning. Don't take it personally if I don't feel like hanging out. It has absolutely nothing to do with you - absolutely nothing. It has everything to do with me and I apologize in advance for being a bad friend for the upcoming 2.5 weeks. In fact, I think this may also be somewhat related to Peace Corps stress as well, so I apologize for being a bad friend for the next.... ummm.... 2 months or so.
Thanks for understanding.
I mean, generally, I am a nice person, right? But when I get stressed and have to focus (aka, week 8 every quarter), the bitch in me really rears its ugly head. Many of you who know me well recognize that I get this way when I need down time, alone time, Amy-time. At these stressed moments, my Amy-time disappears - alone time turns into work time. And all of a sudden, I turn into a bitch.
Maybe I am sharing this with all of you as a warning. Don't take it personally if I don't feel like hanging out. It has absolutely nothing to do with you - absolutely nothing. It has everything to do with me and I apologize in advance for being a bad friend for the upcoming 2.5 weeks. In fact, I think this may also be somewhat related to Peace Corps stress as well, so I apologize for being a bad friend for the next.... ummm.... 2 months or so.
Thanks for understanding.
Wednesday, November 2
Crossing A Paper Off the To-Do List
Meeting with my Liberian friend to finish up the interview today.
I am sooooo excited!!!!
I am sooooo excited!!!!
That's all. Back to my lentil and couscous soup.
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?
Friday, September 30
Never Stop Jumping Up and Down
I reread an old post of mine (from when I was with xanga), and it almost made me cry. I am going to Guinea.
Go and check it out:
http://www.xanga.com/item.aspx?user=lilac1981&tab=weblogs&uid=287359196
Go and check it out:
http://www.xanga.com/item.aspx?user=lilac1981&tab=weblogs&uid=287359196
Tuesday, September 27
I Heart Professor DeMartino
He really rocks. Met with him today for about an hour and we discussed my future and my past and my current and heterodox economic theory and a reading list for Africa and my old prof from CC and soccer and PhD programs and chicks in econ and isolation in academia due to your views.
We talked a lot. Or rather, DeMartino talked a lot. I took notes on authors, schools, and websites.
I feel better. I can do it.
BTW - I am going to Guinea!
Life rocks.
We talked a lot. Or rather, DeMartino talked a lot. I took notes on authors, schools, and websites.
I feel better. I can do it.
BTW - I am going to Guinea!
Life rocks.
Monday, September 26
Wicked (I'm not using it as a synonym for "cool")
So, tonight, my friends and I went to see Wicked, which was FABULOUS! It has many different themes, and you can pick which one you wish to cling to: friendship, adversity, love, politics... I went for the "following your dreams in the face of adversity" one. I figure the path of my life is not going to be an easy one - well, at least regarding my career. According to Beyond Economic Man, one of the first texts on feminist economic theory, women in the field of heterodox economics are often ostracized and live a "lonely existence." If she wants to go into econ, a woman must become hard, callus, almost un-feminized. And, ummm.... most of you have met me, and I don't think I could ever be un-feminized. I am a chick's chick, and I really like pink skirts.
But, in the musical, the Wicked Witch of the West is trying to do good and stop the crazy dictatorial wizard from brainwashing everyone and making Oz just a happy, content place. She is only trying to do good, but the brainwashed Munchkins (aka, most of America) think she is evil. And with my theories, I may be just like her - trying to do a decent thing, but viewed by many as backwards, wrong, working against the system, evil. This theme of the musical resonated very strongly with me.
But to show different themes that made many viewers search inside, connect with the musical on a deeper level, I will tell you my friend, Sarah's first reaction to the musical. (Before I do, I will also say that she later went on about the political themes and the the history is a lie theme and all). But anyway, right after the show she asked "I wonder if the scarecrow has a real penis or if it is made out of straw too. And I wonder if that creates a problem for him and the Wicked Witch of the West." We laughed all the way home.
But, in the musical, the Wicked Witch of the West is trying to do good and stop the crazy dictatorial wizard from brainwashing everyone and making Oz just a happy, content place. She is only trying to do good, but the brainwashed Munchkins (aka, most of America) think she is evil. And with my theories, I may be just like her - trying to do a decent thing, but viewed by many as backwards, wrong, working against the system, evil. This theme of the musical resonated very strongly with me.
But to show different themes that made many viewers search inside, connect with the musical on a deeper level, I will tell you my friend, Sarah's first reaction to the musical. (Before I do, I will also say that she later went on about the political themes and the the history is a lie theme and all). But anyway, right after the show she asked "I wonder if the scarecrow has a real penis or if it is made out of straw too. And I wonder if that creates a problem for him and the Wicked Witch of the West." We laughed all the way home.
Saturday, September 24
Ok, I am going to get work done today before salsa.... ummm...why am I updating the blog?
So, as my last post may convey, I am back to my nerdy Amy ways. Or at least I am really trying to be good. C'mon, why can't I just concentrate for 8 weeks more and do well this quarter?
Last night, I was excited to head home after a long day of class, meetings, work, the gym, etc to get some reading done so I can enjoy the weekend. But on my way to my car at around 6:00, I ran into the goddamn Security Party. I shouldn't have stopped, but I did. But I was still planning on leaving about 10 minutes later. Ok, fine, I left GSIS 4 hours later. Drunk. Turned out to be fun, or at least amusing....
So, I am going to TURN OFF the computer right now and get to work - make up for last night. And then I am off to salsa! I will update more later.
Last night, I was excited to head home after a long day of class, meetings, work, the gym, etc to get some reading done so I can enjoy the weekend. But on my way to my car at around 6:00, I ran into the goddamn Security Party. I shouldn't have stopped, but I did. But I was still planning on leaving about 10 minutes later. Ok, fine, I left GSIS 4 hours later. Drunk. Turned out to be fun, or at least amusing....
So, I am going to TURN OFF the computer right now and get to work - make up for last night. And then I am off to salsa! I will update more later.
Wednesday, September 14
Nerdy Amy.....
So, it is officially the end of summer. We, here at DU, have all started the quarter again. Am I ready to buckle down and finish the academic half of my Masters Program? Yes.
And I can't wait!
And I can't wait!
Wednesday, September 7
Chris' Meatloaf Birthday Party
Chris and Sara spooning after a long day of work
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The cupcakes make their appearance
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Happy 24th, Chris!
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Bernie (L) and Nick (R)--------------------------------------------------------
And we have a video of Nick admitting to usually eating a cupcake in two bites. If anyone wants it, let me know!
Monday, September 5
Time in DC
Making (and eating) cupcakes for Chris' birthday!
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Sorry, we out. Of gas that is.....-------------------------------------------------------
Sara and I at Lauriol Plaza
Sara and I at Lauriol Plaza
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Oh, and Barbara and I took a video of Sara walking down the street ahead of us. "Why?" you may ask. We had been drinking.... We don't remember. But you can hear us giggling in the background. If anyone wants to see Sara's butt walking down the street, let me know and I can email it to you.
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