Sunday, December 17, 2006
Sunday, December 10, 2006
Who bought a house?
We have a new and hard-to-break habit--Immediately after dinner, Aaron and I have been searching this website on a nightly basis. Tonight, after we typed the MLS number of our new home, HERE IS WHAT WE FOUND:
The listing you have requested is no longer available. It may be sold, pending, or have a contingency offer, or be off the market. Please check the number for accuracy or contact your agent to determine the property status. Thank you.
THERE IS NO TURNING BACK NOW!
This home-buying idea has landed us a house! YIKES and YIPPEE!
The listing you have requested is no longer available. It may be sold, pending, or have a contingency offer, or be off the market. Please check the number for accuracy or contact your agent to determine the property status. Thank you.
THERE IS NO TURNING BACK NOW!
This home-buying idea has landed us a house! YIKES and YIPPEE!
Saturday, December 09, 2006
WE BOUGHT A HOUSE!
I just talked to my wonderful realtor and she said, "Ok, Kerri, now get excited! We have a ratified contract and you just bought a house!"
On December 4th, I left work early, leaving my period 6 class in the capable hands of Mr. Pintzuk, to drive (in a rental car) to Baltimore where I signed my name fifty-two times on an offer for a three bedroom/two bath home. The next four days were the rockiest, scariest, most nerve-racking days of my adult life. I am still recovering from the emotional strain of the past few days, so I won't go into much detail...BUT, today we bought a house!
Aaron and I started to learn more about buying a house two months ago. We have been struggling to stay sane in a studio (it is really a closet with a small hallway) apartment for the past two years. Collectively (Keba included), we decided that instead of rearranging again, it was time to make a move. We have always dreamed of owning a home: We constantly talk about the colors we like on walls, we joke about how cool it would be to beckon each other from another room, how much Aaron would cook if he had a decent kitchen, how we would save up for solar panels, how we could let our plants thrive...
These thoughts, plus pinching pennies for about a year, led to an email to the family. The family led me to a realtor (the greatest realtor in the world), a friendly and knowledgeable mortgage broker, tons of homes in Baltimore, and a whirlwind of life-lessons. We have now seen most homes listed for under $220,000 in Baltimore City...and we BOUGHT THE BEST ONE!
Talk about a learning experience...I sit in the teacher workroom now discussing escrow, ceiling fans, location, the market, and what it means to buy a house. Some of my colleagues are shocked at my new found adultness, but all of them have helped me through a nerve-racking few days! Also, my parents and I now talk about serious "stuff". I am so lucky to have a father full of Dennyism's and a mother with the most level-head in the world. Without their willingness to calm me, teach me, share with me, and support me I would never have been able to make it to this point-- a proud new home owner!
We signed the final Addendum to the Contract on Aaron's birthday! I am hoping that we will settle on my father's birthday...talk about too perfect!
On December 4th, I left work early, leaving my period 6 class in the capable hands of Mr. Pintzuk, to drive (in a rental car) to Baltimore where I signed my name fifty-two times on an offer for a three bedroom/two bath home. The next four days were the rockiest, scariest, most nerve-racking days of my adult life. I am still recovering from the emotional strain of the past few days, so I won't go into much detail...BUT, today we bought a house!
Aaron and I started to learn more about buying a house two months ago. We have been struggling to stay sane in a studio (it is really a closet with a small hallway) apartment for the past two years. Collectively (Keba included), we decided that instead of rearranging again, it was time to make a move. We have always dreamed of owning a home: We constantly talk about the colors we like on walls, we joke about how cool it would be to beckon each other from another room, how much Aaron would cook if he had a decent kitchen, how we would save up for solar panels, how we could let our plants thrive...
These thoughts, plus pinching pennies for about a year, led to an email to the family. The family led me to a realtor (the greatest realtor in the world), a friendly and knowledgeable mortgage broker, tons of homes in Baltimore, and a whirlwind of life-lessons. We have now seen most homes listed for under $220,000 in Baltimore City...and we BOUGHT THE BEST ONE!
Talk about a learning experience...I sit in the teacher workroom now discussing escrow, ceiling fans, location, the market, and what it means to buy a house. Some of my colleagues are shocked at my new found adultness, but all of them have helped me through a nerve-racking few days! Also, my parents and I now talk about serious "stuff". I am so lucky to have a father full of Dennyism's and a mother with the most level-head in the world. Without their willingness to calm me, teach me, share with me, and support me I would never have been able to make it to this point-- a proud new home owner!
We signed the final Addendum to the Contract on Aaron's birthday! I am hoping that we will settle on my father's birthday...talk about too perfect!
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
To Do Lists
I have no choice but to be an organized list-maker with my job. In fact, I have no idea what to do first when I walk into my workplace if my To Do List is not on my desk from the day before. My colleagues all have unique methods of keeping To Do Lists. For example, Kyle types his at the end of every day, Simon keeps a running (and long) list in his composition book, Aaron and Sarah use post-its. I have a two-fold method. First, I compile tomorrow's To Do List before I depart each evening. When I enter with coffee in hand, I quickly grab my pen and prioritize the To Do List that is eagerly awaiting my attention. Step two--After the priorities have been set, I then take my nifty pen and transform the To Do List into the Hit List. The Hit List is then scribbled onto the back of my right hand (I am left-handed).
My scholars have noticed this system of organization and they think I am crazy, especially when I ask them to add to the Hit List during the day. (I guess it is weird to write on your teacher's hand, but my scholars are growing accustomed to my bizarreness, or they humor me enough to think so.) But, my scholars know that if they need me to do something for them that day, it must be on the Hit List. For, there are many items that just stay on the To Do List forever, never ending up crossed off and continually wondering why not.
I do feel sorry for the items that never make it to the Hit List. These are the items that tend to leave me tossing-and-turning in the wee hours of the morn. But, even my sleepless nights don't motivate me to "hit" everything I should take care of in a day. Also, it is unfortunate for me when an eager scholar grabs a red Sharpie marker (not the ones for the overhead, but the permanent ones) and adds to the Hit List as I am looking the other way. Those really are permanent markers, trust me.
My scholars have noticed this system of organization and they think I am crazy, especially when I ask them to add to the Hit List during the day. (I guess it is weird to write on your teacher's hand, but my scholars are growing accustomed to my bizarreness, or they humor me enough to think so.) But, my scholars know that if they need me to do something for them that day, it must be on the Hit List. For, there are many items that just stay on the To Do List forever, never ending up crossed off and continually wondering why not.
I do feel sorry for the items that never make it to the Hit List. These are the items that tend to leave me tossing-and-turning in the wee hours of the morn. But, even my sleepless nights don't motivate me to "hit" everything I should take care of in a day. Also, it is unfortunate for me when an eager scholar grabs a red Sharpie marker (not the ones for the overhead, but the permanent ones) and adds to the Hit List as I am looking the other way. Those really are permanent markers, trust me.
Saturday, October 28, 2006
My favorite Scorpio
Happy Birthday!
May all your birthday wishes come true!
I was thinking it is time to bring back the unicorn tradition.
What do you say, is it time for another unicorn?
Uniqueness?
There are nine with my name; however, most of you may find it quirky to know that my real first name is not just Kerri but really Kerrilyn. There is no other Kerrilyn Bowers in the USofA. Thanks Mom and Dad, your clever naming has allowed me to proudly stand alone, amidst the few Americans with a made-up name. I do like being the only me!
Sunday, October 22, 2006
My favorite sandwich
Luckily, I often end up sandwiched between these two!
(This does make me lucky, right? That's what they keep telling me...)
Fall cleaning
Today was "clean-closet-get-rid-of-excess day" for us. Keba was helpful, as you can see. We ended up purging then donating two large trash bags worth of clothes and other unnecessary items. Purging, organizing, and procrastinating were today's themes. And, as we now head to Toledo Lounge for half-price veggie burgers and beers, today's theme perseveres!
Recent Shots
Finding myself confined by this concrete jungle?
Nope! I have found serenity in the blazing colors, hand-holding, and long slow walks with the pup!
Nope! I have found serenity in the blazing colors, hand-holding, and long slow walks with the pup!
Thursday, October 19, 2006
Journal (from the other day)
It always thrills me to throw twists into my regularly scheduled life. Today I had jury duty for the first time ever, today I walked to the metro with headphones on for the first time ever, and today I ran at one in the afternoon for the first time in a long time. Jury Duty taught me a bit, and only bored me slightly. I earned my way to the top twenty for the first jury panel summoned away from our Juror Lounge. (From the looks of today, a criminal jury consists of fourteen members.) Then, when I was in the courtroom I was politely informed that I did not make the cut (or, get selected for a PCP possession case). So, I returned to the waiting room. This forced slight dismay for I wanted either to make the cut, or go home. I had no patience for waiting in the “Juror Lounge”. And then, just as my wanderings led me to a seat (dismay-induced indeed), a delightful voice beckoned me to the Juror Office.
What a delight: “All-jurors-dismissed-from-case-#***-may-return-your-plastic-ID-badges-
and-are-dismissed-for-the-day.” I smiled and didn’t look back. I was able to wander home, under the warmth of brilliant sunbeams. Many sunbeams, like me, were lucky enough to prance around this capitol city today, for the weather is superb. And, the good ideas (like leaving the Superior Courthouse of Washington, DC without looking back) are multiplying like bunnies today. Aaron suggested that I borrow his IPod early this morning. I owe him one, for his IPod has heightened my mood and allowed me to play air drums publicly with pride. I have not played air drums in the middle of the day in years…I am bringing air drumming back! As I gleefully listened to Modest Mouse, my “thoughts were so loud, that I couldn’t hear my mouth, my thoughts were so loud that I couldn’t’ hear my mouth…”
Swirled words and fleeting thoughts on this day. AND, as I notice that it is only 3:23 I have tingly muscles from the longest run in about three months. What could be better? Serving my civic duty, jamming in my all-girl band, running until left with welcomed-soreness under sunbeams…Oh, it is good to have a good-not-regular day!
What a delight: “All-jurors-dismissed-from-case-#***-may-return-your-plastic-ID-badges-
and-are-dismissed-for-the-day.” I smiled and didn’t look back. I was able to wander home, under the warmth of brilliant sunbeams. Many sunbeams, like me, were lucky enough to prance around this capitol city today, for the weather is superb. And, the good ideas (like leaving the Superior Courthouse of Washington, DC without looking back) are multiplying like bunnies today. Aaron suggested that I borrow his IPod early this morning. I owe him one, for his IPod has heightened my mood and allowed me to play air drums publicly with pride. I have not played air drums in the middle of the day in years…I am bringing air drumming back! As I gleefully listened to Modest Mouse, my “thoughts were so loud, that I couldn’t hear my mouth, my thoughts were so loud that I couldn’t’ hear my mouth…”
Swirled words and fleeting thoughts on this day. AND, as I notice that it is only 3:23 I have tingly muscles from the longest run in about three months. What could be better? Serving my civic duty, jamming in my all-girl band, running until left with welcomed-soreness under sunbeams…Oh, it is good to have a good-not-regular day!
Monday, October 09, 2006
Upcoming Events
Sunday, October 08, 2006
Chilean Instruments
Here is our collection of instruments from South America:
The ceramic jugs are drums based on the African udu, the wooden pods shake, the cylinder with holes is a flute-like ocarina, and the 10-string ukelele/guitar is a charango that Aaron is learning to make sing!
The ceramic jugs are drums based on the African udu, the wooden pods shake, the cylinder with holes is a flute-like ocarina, and the 10-string ukelele/guitar is a charango that Aaron is learning to make sing!
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
Means for Dreams
This is a SHOUT-OUT to a wonderful organization.
Means for Dreams is a DC teacher's dream-come true! Check out my most recent fully-funded proposal!
Means for Dreams is a DC teacher's dream-come true! Check out my most recent fully-funded proposal!
Saturday, September 30, 2006
Keeping Track
Here is my list of visited countries. I have only ventured to 12 countries, 5% of the world. Only 5% is unacceptable and motivating. What country should be next? (Aaron and I each possess $400 worth of travel vouchers from this generous airline.)
create your own visited country map
Saturday, September 23, 2006
Happy Happy New Year
It really is the small things that count. It is the people who force me to talk, the ones who take the time to be different, and the ones who go against the grain seeking change who truly motivate and change me. I have been having a rough time at work (thus in life) lately, for many reasons. But, the other day I decided to remove myself from my seemingly all-consuming inner-turmoil.
To begin this release-inducing process, I first noticed that others around me had been holding me up, atop their strong, beautiful shoulders with delicate and precise care for far too long. Then, as I metro-ed home alone I read my favorite teaching magazine. This caused needed and rejuvenating thoughts of why I teach high school where I do. Anyway, as I exited the metro station, there was tall, mesmerizing man singing and playing a guitar while perched atop the concrete wall. Below his dangling legs was a handmade sign that read: Music for Peace! Typically I walk faster than everyone to get home, but this day I stood and allowed myself to be mesmerized by this man's gesture and music. He noticed me (thankfully), and smiled mid-song. This smile delighted me so much that I smiled back, uncontrollably yet noticably. I noticed because it had been too long since I had smiled uncontrollably. So, we smiled, he sang and I mouthed, "thanks" and turned to head home.
No joke, as I turned my head to proceed over the Calvert St. bridge there was a car's bumper sticker right in my face that read: Peace on Earth!Peace on Earth! That same uncontrollable smile popped up and I strolled slowly home (still smiling, but now with conscious control). My job has not changed nor has the stress it brings been lifted, but my attitude has and that is the small thing that has made such a difference.
THANKS and HAPPY NEW YEAR to my beautifully strong shouldered friends! I would have no reason to smile or keep trying if it weren't for you!
To begin this release-inducing process, I first noticed that others around me had been holding me up, atop their strong, beautiful shoulders with delicate and precise care for far too long. Then, as I metro-ed home alone I read my favorite teaching magazine. This caused needed and rejuvenating thoughts of why I teach high school where I do. Anyway, as I exited the metro station, there was tall, mesmerizing man singing and playing a guitar while perched atop the concrete wall. Below his dangling legs was a handmade sign that read: Music for Peace! Typically I walk faster than everyone to get home, but this day I stood and allowed myself to be mesmerized by this man's gesture and music. He noticed me (thankfully), and smiled mid-song. This smile delighted me so much that I smiled back, uncontrollably yet noticably. I noticed because it had been too long since I had smiled uncontrollably. So, we smiled, he sang and I mouthed, "thanks" and turned to head home.
No joke, as I turned my head to proceed over the Calvert St. bridge there was a car's bumper sticker right in my face that read: Peace on Earth!Peace on Earth! That same uncontrollable smile popped up and I strolled slowly home (still smiling, but now with conscious control). My job has not changed nor has the stress it brings been lifted, but my attitude has and that is the small thing that has made such a difference.
THANKS and HAPPY NEW YEAR to my beautifully strong shouldered friends! I would have no reason to smile or keep trying if it weren't for you!
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Ranting and Raving
I have nothing to write about, I don't want to share, and I surely don't want anyone to listen to me anymore...I am struggling these days to make sense, to gain control, to smile, to see my friends, to do my jobs, to love my dog... Whew! there is much-too-much complaining emminating from my fingertips onto this innocent keyboard.
So, in order to gain control, let's gain positive perspective:
PRO's:
1. I get to hold Aaron's hand everyday after school (work)
2. I get a cold lick from Keba's strangely spotted tongue daily as I cross my portico
3. I had coffee with Anna and Emily (AND, we escaped school early today to get this done!)
4. I work with some incredible teachers (who are also my great friends and lifelines)
5. My brother's birthday is today and he is a ball-full of fun lately
6. I saw my mom, sister, grandmom, and all of my aunts this weekend
7. I now know all of my new students' names
8. I am teaching a great teen read to my scholars at Chavez: Tears of a Tiger by Sharon Draper
9. I shall run tomorrow
10. AP and I are starting Yoga three days/week
Ok...this is therapeutic...
I could actually go on and on...11, 12, 13, 14...
But, suddenly there is no need. I just smurked (like a smile), re-read the PRO's and a needed surge of long-awaited contentness overcame. I needed that surge and smile-like smurk. This is why I started this ridiculous blog-- To have a forum (other than Aaron's exhausted ears) to sort through my fleeting thoughts. Now, I will floss, brush and swallow more water as I contemplate the sleep that will easily induce my weary (now happier and smurky) mind.
11. Good sleep and smiles
The above PRO's list goes on and on...
So, in order to gain control, let's gain positive perspective:
PRO's:
1. I get to hold Aaron's hand everyday after school (work)
2. I get a cold lick from Keba's strangely spotted tongue daily as I cross my portico
3. I had coffee with Anna and Emily (AND, we escaped school early today to get this done!)
4. I work with some incredible teachers (who are also my great friends and lifelines)
5. My brother's birthday is today and he is a ball-full of fun lately
6. I saw my mom, sister, grandmom, and all of my aunts this weekend
7. I now know all of my new students' names
8. I am teaching a great teen read to my scholars at Chavez: Tears of a Tiger by Sharon Draper
9. I shall run tomorrow
10. AP and I are starting Yoga three days/week
Ok...this is therapeutic...
I could actually go on and on...11, 12, 13, 14...
But, suddenly there is no need. I just smurked (like a smile), re-read the PRO's and a needed surge of long-awaited contentness overcame. I needed that surge and smile-like smurk. This is why I started this ridiculous blog-- To have a forum (other than Aaron's exhausted ears) to sort through my fleeting thoughts. Now, I will floss, brush and swallow more water as I contemplate the sleep that will easily induce my weary (now happier and smurky) mind.
11. Good sleep and smiles
The above PRO's list goes on and on...
Monday, September 18, 2006
Sudoku anyone?
Scroll on down and waste some minutes playing some Sudoku. At least here you can actually get the satisfication of the answers (or cheat, if that's your style). This is not intended to imply that I am an avid Sudoku-er, but I did enjoy this Japanese mind tease on a recent long plane ride. Have a whirl and let me know how you are feeling after few minutes of this brow-furrowing fun!
Friday, September 15, 2006
You go Google
There is good news in the world. Read on to see what Google has been doing to help the world. Interestingly enough, my school (work) has switched to a Google hosted email system...and, talk about great! This new system has us communicating worlds better than previous years, and the provider is like-minded. Smiles indeed...it really is the small things.
Thursday, September 14, 2006
Monday, September 11, 2006
Sunday, September 10, 2006
Adams Morgan Day Festival...
was today. This annual festival has flourished since I have called this neck of the woods my hood. This is the 28th consecutive year, and it was well-worth the shoulder bumping, toe jamming, and massive amount of styrofoam waste (well, no, it was not worth the latter).
Monday, September 04, 2006
Where is he?
Rumor has it that "the one-and-only" has returned to the States. Was it really you on my voicemail? Can this be true?
Oh wait...do you still speak English?
Oh wait...do you still speak English?
Thursday, August 31, 2006
Memories
South Sister:
My friend Jessica just shared some photos from her recent hike up to the top of South Sister. This area of Oregon is our old stomping ground, and hiking these exact hills was a daily activity. In fact, this particular mountain holds magical sisterly memories for me...My sister moved to Oregon when we lived there. So, I was surrounded my boyfriend, sister, one of my best high school friends, a friend from college, new friends from Oregon and the most incredible landscape. This just took me back to a warm-and-fuzzy place. Many thanks Jess!
My friend Jessica just shared some photos from her recent hike up to the top of South Sister. This area of Oregon is our old stomping ground, and hiking these exact hills was a daily activity. In fact, this particular mountain holds magical sisterly memories for me...My sister moved to Oregon when we lived there. So, I was surrounded my boyfriend, sister, one of my best high school friends, a friend from college, new friends from Oregon and the most incredible landscape. This just took me back to a warm-and-fuzzy place. Many thanks Jess!
Sunday, August 27, 2006
Rhythmic?
How seriously should I take the word rhythm? Supposedly the human body longs for rhythmic patterns in food, exercise, breathing, sleep and many other bodily functions (What about sex? I am not sure…). But how literally should I take this longing? This has always been the essence of my existence: A weekly schedule of “practice” (be it track, softball, swim team, soccer—it depended on the season). But, change is good, right? Maybe spontaneity and surprise makes one more joyful and relaxed? Or, maybe even my love partnership should be based on a contrived schedule of “nights when we…”? I have battled with this concept every minute since I returned home, for my life has shifted to a rigid routine of agenda-ful ways for me to spend most waking hours.
Over the summer this was not true, in fact as we traveled in South America there were many days when we woke and decided to hike and see the sun (and that took us until the sun decided to call it a night), but there is no time to chase the sun now. In fact, there are not enough hours for me to even cross off more than one agenda-item. I find that my list jumps along the calendar as each day passes (figuratively for I refuse to own/use an agenda). So, back to the topic at hand…should I make each day of the week a “make-my-body-more-rhythmic” day? Meaning, should Monday night be yoga night, Tuesday be morning run and long walk, Wednesday be morning run and yoga, Thursday evening be peaceful run with Anna and Emily, Friday be THE DAY OF REST, Saturday be morning bike ride, Sunday be long run and then hit repeat.
Oh, and this is just the schedule I would use to organize my exercise rhythm. What about my personal rhythm? I could have Monday be yoga with Aaron and Jaime night, Tuesday be a long walk with as many peeps as possible, Wednesday night be just me time at yoga, Thursday evening with my life-long running partners with long slow meal afterwards (this is already confirmed for the duration of the school year), Friday will be when I make dates with my friend-circles, and then the weekend will include varied exercise times plus more than two days worth of desired activities.
Oh, but hold up one more time... We didn’t remember the fact that I am a teacher, thus I work about 15-20 hours a week at home (after the school day ends). So now, should we go back through the schedule again to add to the daily lists…no need, right? My inner conflict is obvious: What does one do when there is just too much to do everyday? I am battling with the letting go of my free spirit, giving the freedom up for days full of a basically unattainable schedule of events? Yet, I feel disappointment and regret when I do not accomplish all of the “things” that flutter around my mind constantly. Maybe I will start with a regular sleep schedule, for sleep really is the only needed body-rhythm…well, I should say, sleep is an all-too powerful rhythm at this point in time, for me…maybe we can get together between 2-4 am on Thursday morning, are you free then?
ZZ ZZZ Z Z Z Z z z z z z z z z z z!
Over the summer this was not true, in fact as we traveled in South America there were many days when we woke and decided to hike and see the sun (and that took us until the sun decided to call it a night), but there is no time to chase the sun now. In fact, there are not enough hours for me to even cross off more than one agenda-item. I find that my list jumps along the calendar as each day passes (figuratively for I refuse to own/use an agenda). So, back to the topic at hand…should I make each day of the week a “make-my-body-more-rhythmic” day? Meaning, should Monday night be yoga night, Tuesday be morning run and long walk, Wednesday be morning run and yoga, Thursday evening be peaceful run with Anna and Emily, Friday be THE DAY OF REST, Saturday be morning bike ride, Sunday be long run and then hit repeat.
Oh, and this is just the schedule I would use to organize my exercise rhythm. What about my personal rhythm? I could have Monday be yoga with Aaron and Jaime night, Tuesday be a long walk with as many peeps as possible, Wednesday night be just me time at yoga, Thursday evening with my life-long running partners with long slow meal afterwards (this is already confirmed for the duration of the school year), Friday will be when I make dates with my friend-circles, and then the weekend will include varied exercise times plus more than two days worth of desired activities.
Oh, but hold up one more time... We didn’t remember the fact that I am a teacher, thus I work about 15-20 hours a week at home (after the school day ends). So now, should we go back through the schedule again to add to the daily lists…no need, right? My inner conflict is obvious: What does one do when there is just too much to do everyday? I am battling with the letting go of my free spirit, giving the freedom up for days full of a basically unattainable schedule of events? Yet, I feel disappointment and regret when I do not accomplish all of the “things” that flutter around my mind constantly. Maybe I will start with a regular sleep schedule, for sleep really is the only needed body-rhythm…well, I should say, sleep is an all-too powerful rhythm at this point in time, for me…maybe we can get together between 2-4 am on Thursday morning, are you free then?
ZZ ZZZ Z Z Z Z z z z z z z z z z z!
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Two Days Ago versus Today
The human body is an amazing invention. Not only did my body wake up on a different continent two days ago, but I was also in a TOTALLY different mindset back then. However, in a mere 48 hours, I have been able to morph back into my American life just as easily as I left it all behind two months ago. We woke in Lima, Peru on Sunday morning and headed to the airport at about 8am. Then, the adventure of inter-continental travel commenced and we flew from Lima to San Jose, Costa Rica, to Guatamala City then to the final destination of home-sweet-home. We landed, and after a tedious two-hour progression through Immigration, Customs, and the agony of waiting for international luggage to make its way around that circle-thingy, we finally were dropped off at the front of our apartment building.
We both stood in front of our building only able to stare, noticing how little has changed, commenting on the subtle changes we quickly saw, and sighing deeply as we remembered that we had to wake in 3 hours to start our teaching year! So, we held hands, walked up to our third floor pad and thankful were greeted by Mark, our wonderful neighbor. Thankfully we was wide-awake and even eager to hear some of our stories. There is nothing better than a warm welcome home!
But, back to reality. We have started working and I am still feeling the sting from this slap on the face. New students have started their Orientation, I taught one day, now I am working with my colleagues to complete a daunting but thoroughly interesting and needed task of curriculum design. The school year commences on Aug. 30th.
School starts, what!...ahhhh! This slap just crept back up and smacked me again. But, I am eager and ready for the year to start. Dealing with the anxiety and prep needed to get to that point can get into a bubble and fly, fly away!
We both stood in front of our building only able to stare, noticing how little has changed, commenting on the subtle changes we quickly saw, and sighing deeply as we remembered that we had to wake in 3 hours to start our teaching year! So, we held hands, walked up to our third floor pad and thankful were greeted by Mark, our wonderful neighbor. Thankfully we was wide-awake and even eager to hear some of our stories. There is nothing better than a warm welcome home!
But, back to reality. We have started working and I am still feeling the sting from this slap on the face. New students have started their Orientation, I taught one day, now I am working with my colleagues to complete a daunting but thoroughly interesting and needed task of curriculum design. The school year commences on Aug. 30th.
School starts, what!...ahhhh! This slap just crept back up and smacked me again. But, I am eager and ready for the year to start. Dealing with the anxiety and prep needed to get to that point can get into a bubble and fly, fly away!
Monday, August 14, 2006
Salar de Uyuni Bolivia
This natural hot spring was the beginning of our four day trek to Uyuni, Bolivia from San Pedro de Atacama, Chile. As you can tell from this picture, I was in awe of the mineral bath and the scenery. During this trek we peaked at just about 5000 meters above sea level and climbed 3000 meters in a matter of hours. The altitude change was hard on me (more so than for Aaron), but the landscape and seeing the largest salt flat (Salar de Uyuni) in the world was worth a little agony. We have many amazing photos, but here in the desert of San Pedro it is as it should be...few high speed connections with cyber space. We head south to Santiago in a couple of days. I will upload the amazingness of our four-day trek when we return to the modern world.
Saturday, August 05, 2006
Bueno Tarde
¡No worries...we wore helmets all day, just not for the photo opportunities!
Today was a wonderful day in Mendoza, Argentina (we have been here for two days and will leave tomorrow for northern Chile). We rented bikes and cycled through the vineyards and olive tree farms of the arid land of Mendoza. We pedaled for a total of 40 km today in the sunshine and my gringa-ness is shining through my newly-sun-kissed skin. Biking and tasting varietals of wine made for a tired (yet very content) couple. So, tonight (now) we are hanging with the family and friends of our hostel (photos of this wonderful place and family soon) ordering food in and watching a movie. Mendoza is full of smiling people, incredible sunshine, some of the best wine in the world and bike trails...once again, enough to make a girl want to relocate!
¡Los Animales de Peninsula Valdes!
I wish I had the poetic words needed to describe our days on the Peninsula Valdes, but my feeble mind does not allow for such eloquence. These photos capture a mere glimpse of the amazingness living in this area of Patagonia. There are a few more photos on the Flickr site, and many many more still on our camera (when time permits I will upload all of them).
I was rendered speechless for hours when we docked the boat this day. This sensitive area has touched our hearts, for the people living here are serious about caring for the world, preserving its wonder, and educating the public about the animals living near their homes. We spent two nights in Puerto Madryn in an hostel run by three young women who take the whales and the sea seriously. They hooked us up with their friend for the boat ride pictured here. Then we ran away from the world and stayed right in Puerto Piramides for the next two nights. This town´s population of people is near 250 and the population of whales is near 600...the people are very proud of this ratio. We rented a small apartment where, at nightfall, we could hear the whales exhale and stare into the Southern Cross constellation. Need I say more?
Thursday, July 27, 2006
Link to photos!
Muchas Gracias Jake!
Scroll down to the LINKS section and click to see some photos from the trip thus far. There will be more when there is more time to sit still...but this is not that time! Love from Esquel, Patagonia!
Scroll down to the LINKS section and click to see some photos from the trip thus far. There will be more when there is more time to sit still...but this is not that time! Love from Esquel, Patagonia!
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
photos!
So, we are departing from this wondrous place in Patagonia in a few hours. It is going to be so hard to say goodbye to our new friends, but the rest of Sudamerica awaits. I have uploaded more pictures onto Flickr. If you know how to view them, my username is ibekb, and if you know tell me how to link Flickr to this blog! Ok, we are off to Puerto Madryn on an overnight bus and will awake to the Gulf and mating whales, sea lions, and more Patagonia splendor. We have a tentative plan to head to Puerto Madryn, Mendoza, Salta (all in Argentina), then to Bolivia for the salt flats, a mountain bike ride down the Worlds´s Most Dangerous Road (sorry mom!), and a trip into the amazon then into Peru and finally back to Chile for the Atacama Desert.
As always...this is tentative and we will try to keep in touch!
Mad love from a sore, smiling snowboarder and lover of Sudamerican culture!
Remind me to tell you the ¨You know you are in South America when...¨ stories sooner than later!
Hasta Pronto!
Sunday, July 23, 2006
Learning Truco-Argentine Card Game
See more photos on our hostels website.
Sitting at the hostel, at about 4 am, trying (at least the two gringas (Kelly and I) in this photo are trying) to learn this tricky Argentine card game. The man sitting near me is the hostel owner and was extremely patient with our gringa-ness (a constant joke). The other smiling face is Sergio, a Mexican who speaks better English than Aaron (another reoccuring joke!). Since I descend from an avid card playing family where our bloodline contains Kem Card ink, I had no choice but to drink enough beer and yerba mate and to learn quickly.
In Truco you use this wacky Argentine deck of cards. There are 4 suits like our traditional deck, yet the suits are extremely different from my well-known clubs, hearts, spades, and diamonds (one is supposedly a ¨branch¨ but it clearly resembles a strangely colored and skinned animal leg). Regardless, this game is all about table-talk, cheating, and lying. Needless to say we had a blast this evening, and when the alarmn went off the next morning, a mere 3 hours after I found my way to bed, I was up and chipper to head the mountain for a day of snowboarding with newfound backpacking friends.
Speaking of the mountain, yesterday was EPIC! I have become extremely fond of the sport of snowboarding and we found ourselves riding jar-dropping powder (no joke, waist deep at parts) at the biggest, most impressive resort I have ever seen. We (Amy, Cam, Miguel, Aaron and I) rode all day...well, until our legs were shaking from the incredibly long runs, and our arms exhausted from unburying ourselves from the deepness. Wow, being in Patagonia is everything I have hope, and more.
Monday, July 17, 2006
¡yerba mate!
I just have to write quickly about the past twenty four hours. We are settled in the best hostel in Patagonia (just typing the words ¨we¨, ïn¨, and ¨Patagonia¨ makes my heart smile) and we made some memories last night...in fact, this has to be quick because more memories are being made right behind me in the living room of this, the best hostel in Patagonia. But, we (Kelly, my friend from grad school, Aaron and I) are all staying in the same hostel and we sat with the owner, his girlfriend and a few other cohorts and drank yerba mate for 3 (if not more) hours before we collectively dined over homemade pizza. Turko, the hostel owner, and our newfound friend, taught us the Argentine tradition of drinking mate. I was even fortunate enough to gain the honor of being the ¨server¨. I was only criticized once when the water was a bit too cold (even the temperature of the water has to be precise for acceptance from the Argentines). I will recount this entire tradition when there isn´t so much interesting chatter behind me. Truly, being in Bariloche has been magical every moment, even despite today´s constant rain. I will tackle the photo chore tomorrow, just so we can share in the magic that is Patagonia!
Saturday, July 15, 2006
¡Fresh air!
So, after two long bus rides (departed Santiago at 10pm, arrived in Osorno, Chile about 9 am, then to Bariloche...where we arrived about 5 pm) we are settled in a wonderful hostel in the quaint, slightly European ski town of Bariloche, Argentina. Even though we have only been here for 6 hours (mas o meños) I have fallen for this town. As Aaron stated earlier, most ski towns have a familiar feel. And, since we have been to most of the hot ski towns in the states, and even though we are a continent away, we have been able to easily soak in the jive of this place. Bariloche is notorious for its chocolate and Saint Bernards dogs (oh, plus the world class mountain resorts). I can´t wait to see a real working Saint Bernand when we head to the mountain. There are few memories from my elementary school years, but those fleeting memories are what tend to drive me daily. For instance, I vividly remember watching a film strip (wow, just typing ¨film strip¨ sure does date me) about Thai elephants. To be honest, I can´t remember why we were watching this film strip (more or less for which class) but seeing those elephants and a beautiful Thai man working with them, motivated our trip to South East Asia. Similarly, I remember seeing many pictures of Saint Bernards carrying Brandy in their barrels at ski resorts. AND NOW, I get to see these real majestic dogs in action. No worries, I will surely take the classic touristy shot of these wondrous animals with a big smile on my face. Oh, now I wholeheartedly miss my puppy!
Well, we are heading to bed. The lack of sleep from the overnight bus ride, and viño con cena will put a girl out for the night. I will be sure to write more in the morning. Plus, I think I can upload pictures here, keep your fingers crossed... The owner of this hostel is super wonderful. He drove us all over town this evening and also runs a computer jig on the side. His computer room is the best I have seen and I will ask for his help tomorrow to try to get some pictures up here! oh, and I also have to say that we had an incredible vegetarian meal this evening (cena = dinner). Since Argentina is the world´s destination spot for carne (meat), I persevered and convinced Aaron to comer (eat) dinner at this veggie spot. He was happily fed with the meal and we will surely return. The menu is a fixed plate with delicate pumpkin, beets, fried zucchini, crepes, gnocchi, and salad...to die for in the meat capital of South America. I did have to promise Aaron that we will go out with the crowd from our hostel tomorrow night as we head to the locals´ restaurant of choice (even I can´t hide from carnivorous Argentine men at a local dining spot! In fact, I am as eager for the adventure as the carnivores!). The hostel owner, Turko, assured me that I can eat a huge plate of pasta while the restaurant owner makes jokes at my vegetarianism...fair enough, eh?! PLUS, we are meeting Kelly (my friend from grad school) tomorrow. We are taking a week of Spanish classes together here in Bariloche. I am very excited to have another traveling partner. Oh, the fun just keeps going...
Hasta manaña!
Well, we are heading to bed. The lack of sleep from the overnight bus ride, and viño con cena will put a girl out for the night. I will be sure to write more in the morning. Plus, I think I can upload pictures here, keep your fingers crossed... The owner of this hostel is super wonderful. He drove us all over town this evening and also runs a computer jig on the side. His computer room is the best I have seen and I will ask for his help tomorrow to try to get some pictures up here! oh, and I also have to say that we had an incredible vegetarian meal this evening (cena = dinner). Since Argentina is the world´s destination spot for carne (meat), I persevered and convinced Aaron to comer (eat) dinner at this veggie spot. He was happily fed with the meal and we will surely return. The menu is a fixed plate with delicate pumpkin, beets, fried zucchini, crepes, gnocchi, and salad...to die for in the meat capital of South America. I did have to promise Aaron that we will go out with the crowd from our hostel tomorrow night as we head to the locals´ restaurant of choice (even I can´t hide from carnivorous Argentine men at a local dining spot! In fact, I am as eager for the adventure as the carnivores!). The hostel owner, Turko, assured me that I can eat a huge plate of pasta while the restaurant owner makes jokes at my vegetarianism...fair enough, eh?! PLUS, we are meeting Kelly (my friend from grad school) tomorrow. We are taking a week of Spanish classes together here in Bariloche. I am very excited to have another traveling partner. Oh, the fun just keeps going...
Hasta manaña!
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
¿My Brother?
This is torture!
What is the big news?
I am going crazy making guesses with Aaron! Mom, you can´t leave comments like that when I have no way to contact him (or anyone for that matter)! Someone give me a clue, or just tell me what I need to do to find out his ¨Big News¨!
I am dying down here!
What is the big news?
I am going crazy making guesses with Aaron! Mom, you can´t leave comments like that when I have no way to contact him (or anyone for that matter)! Someone give me a clue, or just tell me what I need to do to find out his ¨Big News¨!
I am dying down here!
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Hitting the Andean slopes
¡Hola!
So, last Sunday we went to El Colorado. Not only did we spend the day snowboarding in the Andes, but this was the final game of the World Cup... So, we were able to take runs in between the championship game. Watching futbol with Latinos has topped my ¨favorites¨ list so far. Every Chilean rooted for Italy, for the French are as popular here as they are in the States. Needless to say, the game was a nail-biter and the ending was full of cheers, screaming, tears, and many joyful last runs on the mountain. The snow was incredibly fluffy powder and it snowed all day. We are headed back tomorrow with other students from school, tomorrow will be memorable without a doubt. The ride to-and-from the resort is SCARY! Imagine a shaky bus without chains, climbing switchbacks that outline heart-pounding drops. We did see the most incredible sunset on the way down. The rays peaking through the clouds under the jutting tips of the Andes...oh my...my words fail.
So, last Sunday we went to El Colorado. Not only did we spend the day snowboarding in the Andes, but this was the final game of the World Cup... So, we were able to take runs in between the championship game. Watching futbol with Latinos has topped my ¨favorites¨ list so far. Every Chilean rooted for Italy, for the French are as popular here as they are in the States. Needless to say, the game was a nail-biter and the ending was full of cheers, screaming, tears, and many joyful last runs on the mountain. The snow was incredibly fluffy powder and it snowed all day. We are headed back tomorrow with other students from school, tomorrow will be memorable without a doubt. The ride to-and-from the resort is SCARY! Imagine a shaky bus without chains, climbing switchbacks that outline heart-pounding drops. We did see the most incredible sunset on the way down. The rays peaking through the clouds under the jutting tips of the Andes...oh my...my words fail.
Saturday, July 08, 2006
¿los baños?
I just learned the hard way that it is not common to have toilet paper in the bathrooms...chalk this up on the lessons learned chart. I have been trying earnestly to speak Spanish by trying to order food and drinks, asking for directions, repeating the cost of items and my change, and getting into conversations deeper than the ¨hello, how are you, what is your name...¨ This has been very fun, especially when my normal apprenhensions are surpressed by a few pisco sours. Aaron and I met a couple of amazing Chileans two nights ago. Clarita, Rodolfo, and ummm...I forgot the other guy´s name, but we are going to meet up and they will take us out and about in Santiago. Clarita and Rodolfo are photographers and speak enough English to make our funny circle of friends more than simply smiles and nods. I only brought one pair of pants with me, so it is time to make a purchase (oh, no need to worry, we can do laundry at our homestay!) and Clarita is just the person to take me out shopping.
Today it is raining and chilly. We were going to go on a trip with our school to the Concha y Toro vineyard, but with the rain we decided to wander around the city and watch the futbol game in a few hours. Oh yeah, I had no idea how crazy this area was about their soccer (futbol). A local Chilean team, ColoColo, just won a championship and there were parties in the streets to top all other parties in the world. I have many pictures...but imagine streets being forced to close because of the number of people chanting and dancing in the roads, young men climbing atop the street lights, well-known chats ringing throughout the country (no exaggeration)...it is was quite the cultural experience, for I can´t think of anything in the States that would get Americans that excited. Confetti, chants, songs, dances, smiles...it was a beautiful site!
Oh more thing...today is Anna and Ben´s wedding. Here is a virtual toss to the two of you: May your wedding day be beautifully full of smiles and laughter, and may you both have many, many beautiful years together. I can´t wait to see you both and to hear all about the wedding when I return! I love you!
Today it is raining and chilly. We were going to go on a trip with our school to the Concha y Toro vineyard, but with the rain we decided to wander around the city and watch the futbol game in a few hours. Oh yeah, I had no idea how crazy this area was about their soccer (futbol). A local Chilean team, ColoColo, just won a championship and there were parties in the streets to top all other parties in the world. I have many pictures...but imagine streets being forced to close because of the number of people chanting and dancing in the roads, young men climbing atop the street lights, well-known chats ringing throughout the country (no exaggeration)...it is was quite the cultural experience, for I can´t think of anything in the States that would get Americans that excited. Confetti, chants, songs, dances, smiles...it was a beautiful site!
Oh more thing...today is Anna and Ben´s wedding. Here is a virtual toss to the two of you: May your wedding day be beautifully full of smiles and laughter, and may you both have many, many beautiful years together. I can´t wait to see you both and to hear all about the wedding when I return! I love you!
Thursday, July 06, 2006
¡HOLA! de Chile
Ok, this must be short and to the point, for Aaron and our peers are waiting for me amidst muchas cervecas, but...¡CHILE has exceeded expectations so far! We are taking Spanish classes in Santiago. Our classes full of learning, great teachers, fantastic new friends and the best homestay in the world. We are staying in the Provedencia neighborhood of Santiago, and our homestay is a true dream. She speaks English (whew), Spanish and French. So, I am brushing up on the little French I learned in high school, plus we have a private tutor for our Spanish homework. Her boyfriend is a famous Chilean sculptor and he uses recycled materials to create brilliance. ¡Plus! they go to their "farm" for every long weekend. Meaning, we have our own departimento in Santiago for 4 days each week.
It is amazingly difficult to learn a new language. I had a bad day in class today-- a bit tired, a bit frustrated, and I am lagging behind my peers. But, no need to worry I will study tonight (after the party with classmates) and will catch up (keep your fingers crossed for me!)
Ok...I am being happily summoned away from the internet cafe! More soon...please leave comments if you are checking here, for I am not sure if I should send out emails or just post on the blog!
We love and miss you!
It is amazingly difficult to learn a new language. I had a bad day in class today-- a bit tired, a bit frustrated, and I am lagging behind my peers. But, no need to worry I will study tonight (after the party with classmates) and will catch up (keep your fingers crossed for me!)
Ok...I am being happily summoned away from the internet cafe! More soon...please leave comments if you are checking here, for I am not sure if I should send out emails or just post on the blog!
We love and miss you!
Friday, June 30, 2006
South for the Summer
This is our last day in the United States. Tomorrow morning we fly down to South America, landing in Santiago, Chile. From there it will be a wonderous 7 week adventure. Please check here often for updates and pictures, I will try to post frequently!
Monday, June 19, 2006
If I had a planner
Is it healthy to be very busy? There are so many things to do and places to be that my overflowing head is swirling. I do not mind the occassional swirling, but even my hands started shaking yesterday. (This is a normal stress reaction, for me. What about you?) Thankfully, this stress, my stress, is manageable. It can be gently wrapped as an origami flower and temporarily tucked away by meaningful events. Even more thankfully, meaningful events are striking daily. Let's go back in time...
Friday: Booked it out of school (even dismissed the students early) to the rental car that delivered me safe-and-sound to the lovely residence of my parents and grandmother. We were lucky enough to catch a few sunrays together. They really want grandkids. Scott, I hope you are ready, because you know I pass this ball to you every time!
Saturday: Woke up in the yellow room of my parent's house, stumbled over Keba's fur piles to a cup of coffee with my mom in the sunshine. The house looks great, for it is now fully-equipped with an outdoor shower, front door and a new color. Good times (indeed) every time.
Sunday: Reluctantly drove to the pad in DC. Then, Jaime, Liz, and I strolled to get in line at the 9:30 Club for folk-master Ani DiFranco. As we played "catch-up" we patiently awaited the arrival, the arrival, the arrival of... yesss-in-deedy!, the arrival of Kristen and Liz back to the east coast. These mind-swirling friends joined us in line and the weekend was properly sealed. Guaranteed recipe for fun: Four of your closest friends and live music on a hot summer day. Thanks to my lovely friends for a grand time!
NOW, Monday: The last, LAST, (did you read that?), laST! week of school has begun. I honestly remember pausing during one of my late October classes to tell myself, "It will eventually be the last week, but *insert negative, stress-out exclamations of doubt and despair*! This week will be full of deep slow breathes as I try, just as hard as the students, to get to Friday, a.k.a., the LAST DAY OF SCHOOL!
New Information!
Worthy Organic Wines:
American
Frey Vineyards
Benzinger
Badger Mountain
Oregon's King Estate
Orteans Hill
LaRocca
Coturri
Australian
Temple Breur
Alsace
Eugene Meyer
Italy
Casina DiCormia
Organic Vodka:
Rain Vodka
Good drink with Rain Vodka:
vodka to taste, apple juice, splash of lime
or
vodka to taste, pomegranate juice, splash of lime
Friday: Booked it out of school (even dismissed the students early) to the rental car that delivered me safe-and-sound to the lovely residence of my parents and grandmother. We were lucky enough to catch a few sunrays together. They really want grandkids. Scott, I hope you are ready, because you know I pass this ball to you every time!
Saturday: Woke up in the yellow room of my parent's house, stumbled over Keba's fur piles to a cup of coffee with my mom in the sunshine. The house looks great, for it is now fully-equipped with an outdoor shower, front door and a new color. Good times (indeed) every time.
Sunday: Reluctantly drove to the pad in DC. Then, Jaime, Liz, and I strolled to get in line at the 9:30 Club for folk-master Ani DiFranco. As we played "catch-up" we patiently awaited the arrival, the arrival, the arrival of... yesss-in-deedy!, the arrival of Kristen and Liz back to the east coast. These mind-swirling friends joined us in line and the weekend was properly sealed. Guaranteed recipe for fun: Four of your closest friends and live music on a hot summer day. Thanks to my lovely friends for a grand time!
NOW, Monday: The last, LAST, (did you read that?), laST! week of school has begun. I honestly remember pausing during one of my late October classes to tell myself, "It will eventually be the last week, but *insert negative, stress-out exclamations of doubt and despair*! This week will be full of deep slow breathes as I try, just as hard as the students, to get to Friday, a.k.a., the LAST DAY OF SCHOOL!
New Information!
Worthy Organic Wines:
American
Frey Vineyards
Benzinger
Badger Mountain
Oregon's King Estate
Orteans Hill
LaRocca
Coturri
Australian
Temple Breur
Alsace
Eugene Meyer
Italy
Casina DiCormia
Organic Vodka:
Rain Vodka
Good drink with Rain Vodka:
vodka to taste, apple juice, splash of lime
or
vodka to taste, pomegranate juice, splash of lime
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
Friday, June 02, 2006
Chile's plea
(This is a copy of a recent email. I did a little research and the severity is real, sad and too-true. Read on...)
In the Valle de San Felix, the purest water in Chile runs from two rivers, fed by two glaciers. Water is a most precious resource, and wars will be fought for it.Indigenous farmers use the water, there is no unemployment, and they provide the second largest source of income for the area. Under the glaciers has been found a huge deposit of gold, silver and other minerals.To get at these, it would be necessary to break, to destroy the glaciers - something never conceived of in the history of the world - and to make two huge holes, each as big as a whole mountain, one for extraction and one for the mine's rubbish tip.
The project is called PASCUA LAMA. The company is called Barrick Gold. The operation is planned by a multi-national company, one of whose members is George Bush Senior (what a surprise, eh?).The Chilean Government has approved the project to start this year.The only reason it hasn't started yet is because the farmers have got a temporary stay of execution.
If they destroy the glaciers, they will not just destroy the source of specially pure water, but they will permanently contaminate the two rivers so they will never again be fit for human or animal consumption because of the use of cyanide and sulphuric acid in the extraction process. Every last gram of gold will go abroad to the multinational company and not one will be left with the people whose land it is.They will only be left with the poisoned water and the resulting illnesses.
The farmers have been fighting a long time for their land, but have been forbidden to make a TV appeal by a ban from the Ministry of the Interior.
Their only hope now of putting brakes on this project is to get help from international justice. The world must know what is happening in Chile.
Here is a legitimate petition to sign:
http://www.thepetitionsite.com/takeaction/946839131
The only place to start changing the world is from here.
In the Valle de San Felix, the purest water in Chile runs from two rivers, fed by two glaciers. Water is a most precious resource, and wars will be fought for it.Indigenous farmers use the water, there is no unemployment, and they provide the second largest source of income for the area. Under the glaciers has been found a huge deposit of gold, silver and other minerals.To get at these, it would be necessary to break, to destroy the glaciers - something never conceived of in the history of the world - and to make two huge holes, each as big as a whole mountain, one for extraction and one for the mine's rubbish tip.
The project is called PASCUA LAMA. The company is called Barrick Gold. The operation is planned by a multi-national company, one of whose members is George Bush Senior (what a surprise, eh?).The Chilean Government has approved the project to start this year.The only reason it hasn't started yet is because the farmers have got a temporary stay of execution.
If they destroy the glaciers, they will not just destroy the source of specially pure water, but they will permanently contaminate the two rivers so they will never again be fit for human or animal consumption because of the use of cyanide and sulphuric acid in the extraction process. Every last gram of gold will go abroad to the multinational company and not one will be left with the people whose land it is.They will only be left with the poisoned water and the resulting illnesses.
The farmers have been fighting a long time for their land, but have been forbidden to make a TV appeal by a ban from the Ministry of the Interior.
Their only hope now of putting brakes on this project is to get help from international justice. The world must know what is happening in Chile.
Here is a legitimate petition to sign:
http://www.thepetitionsite.com/takeaction/946839131
The only place to start changing the world is from here.
Been away!
Time does fly... It has been a lively past few weeks. The hot summer sun demanded trysts with cold beer, Memorial Day weekend, then final exam week for my students. All of this fun was surrounded by very little sleep. I crashed last night, and thankfully the recharge was just enough to prime me for another long day toiling in the sunshine. I have to head to Baltimore today for a business excursion, if successful, details to follow.
Aaron has been playing and recording music with great success, plus jumping around the blog world. This cyber-world is enthralling and he hilariously retold how he was recently seduced and whirled. Using me as a pseudonym, he made some new friends, left comments, and (I think) decided that this could be useful time (no, wait, he would never secede that easily). Those of you new here because of a recent comment on your blog, welcome! WeBeKB&AP... no, I will just keep the original epithet, if he keeps cooking delicious vegan dinners found on so-and-so's blog.
The ideal Memorial Day weekend inspired me to write with my pen, in my journal, as sweat dripped down my ecstatic-to-be-in-the-sun bare skin.
Here is a little bit from the journal:
It's the first real scorcher,
so you know us
time for a little torture.
My family's on the beach, for a day of leisure.
Mom seeks a tan, opening her glands
that sun surely sees her behind the Ray Bans.
Her car melts in the street,
flip-flops bun off her feet.
Rub that SPF 0 oil to your skin
that sun will lick it off like bar-b-que sauce,
and bathe her in its rays,
saute her for three or four more days.
Drain her, yet invigorate her,
as it sucks 60% of her dry.
I'm quickly swollen and red, migraine to the head,
blister and spasm, dizzy and faint.
My cold clammy flesh, I pant to catch my breath.
Even though we've just begun,
I can't wait to black out from so much fun.
It's hard to understand that this is how
we get it done-
This is what we call fun.
Then, after we reach "well-done"
she'll look at me and exclaim,
"Let's swim in the waves, a little game,
Megan won't you come?"
She'll look up from her magazine,
peer down from her sandpile,
unable to answer, so unclear.
Then, without a word,
avoiding the bird, we stand united, undivided,
and we look exactly the same.
Scott sits there, only able to stare,
and cracks open another,
my sweet red brother.
The sun has boken through barriers,
sent melanoma carriers.
Then dad peers our way, we three smile and say,
"Man, what a perfect day!"
His three women bronze, he'll turn the music on,
turn up the frig, fan and AC,
using up all that electricity.
He knows until we learn to use it power,
it will continue to make us suffer.
So, he builds a outdoor shower, powered by its rays,
my mom comments on it everyday.
"It's smart to use the sun, to power this shower,
to rinse off the daytime brown,
not running the electricity down."
She, we, get it, I think. And instead of
vomitting in the sink,
this time, when it's almost done,
we stop, and, collectively think.
Aaron has been playing and recording music with great success, plus jumping around the blog world. This cyber-world is enthralling and he hilariously retold how he was recently seduced and whirled. Using me as a pseudonym, he made some new friends, left comments, and (I think) decided that this could be useful time (no, wait, he would never secede that easily). Those of you new here because of a recent comment on your blog, welcome! WeBeKB&AP... no, I will just keep the original epithet, if he keeps cooking delicious vegan dinners found on so-and-so's blog.
The ideal Memorial Day weekend inspired me to write with my pen, in my journal, as sweat dripped down my ecstatic-to-be-in-the-sun bare skin.
Here is a little bit from the journal:
It's the first real scorcher,
so you know us
time for a little torture.
My family's on the beach, for a day of leisure.
Mom seeks a tan, opening her glands
that sun surely sees her behind the Ray Bans.
Her car melts in the street,
flip-flops bun off her feet.
Rub that SPF 0 oil to your skin
that sun will lick it off like bar-b-que sauce,
and bathe her in its rays,
saute her for three or four more days.
Drain her, yet invigorate her,
as it sucks 60% of her dry.
I'm quickly swollen and red, migraine to the head,
blister and spasm, dizzy and faint.
My cold clammy flesh, I pant to catch my breath.
Even though we've just begun,
I can't wait to black out from so much fun.
It's hard to understand that this is how
we get it done-
This is what we call fun.
Then, after we reach "well-done"
she'll look at me and exclaim,
"Let's swim in the waves, a little game,
Megan won't you come?"
She'll look up from her magazine,
peer down from her sandpile,
unable to answer, so unclear.
Then, without a word,
avoiding the bird, we stand united, undivided,
and we look exactly the same.
Scott sits there, only able to stare,
and cracks open another,
my sweet red brother.
The sun has boken through barriers,
sent melanoma carriers.
Then dad peers our way, we three smile and say,
"Man, what a perfect day!"
His three women bronze, he'll turn the music on,
turn up the frig, fan and AC,
using up all that electricity.
He knows until we learn to use it power,
it will continue to make us suffer.
So, he builds a outdoor shower, powered by its rays,
my mom comments on it everyday.
"It's smart to use the sun, to power this shower,
to rinse off the daytime brown,
not running the electricity down."
She, we, get it, I think. And instead of
vomitting in the sink,
this time, when it's almost done,
we stop, and, collectively think.
Friday, May 26, 2006
Lend a helping hand!
South Central Farm is a 14-acre sustainable community farm in the middle of one of Los Angeles' poorest neighborhoods. While the farmers have managed to extend the battle in court for an extra two months, the Sheriff's department started enforcing the eviction order against the farmers. There have been protests with loud outcries. Please join and sign, send, or go there!
The plight of the farm has even attracted celebrity support: Leonardo DiCaprio was featured on the front page of the farm's website, and Daryl Hannah has a video posted about the farm, with the farmers themselves speaking about it, on her new vlog, dhlovelife.com. Tom Morello of AudioSlave is featured in the video playing at the farm, plus Julia Butterfly Hill is participating in a water-only prayer fest. Let's hope that they have some pull here, although I fear the money will win out.
The plight of the farm has even attracted celebrity support: Leonardo DiCaprio was featured on the front page of the farm's website, and Daryl Hannah has a video posted about the farm, with the farmers themselves speaking about it, on her new vlog, dhlovelife.com. Tom Morello of AudioSlave is featured in the video playing at the farm, plus Julia Butterfly Hill is participating in a water-only prayer fest. Let's hope that they have some pull here, although I fear the money will win out.
Sunday, May 21, 2006
Next door, no further
This is Mark<------
He is our next door neighbor. It has been quite fun since he moved to the Duddington. He is always there to supply neighborly items such as sugar, beers and sharp knives. We even go on adventures together, like bike riding to the grocery store and occasionally out to eat. Mark stimulates conversation the way a good movie director makes our thoughts wonder and then pulls those wandering thoughts back together with gratifying closure. I am thankful to have such a neighborly neighbor, and suspect there is much more fun to be had together!
My sis lives in RI...
...and it looks like this! This is quite the contrast from the view from her old roof deck in Baltimore (her recent residency). I am glad she sent me this picture today (previous post details the funk I was in prior to peering upon this image). The ocean* will always remind me of my sister. We grew up next the ocean, invented childhood games to play in the waves, spent years as lifeguards trying to teach others to not play games in the waves, and we still find solace as we splash together. I love the ocean almost as much as I love my sister. I hope she loves living in Rhode Island...I will head there soon to find out!
*Note: I cannot help but note the unintended (yet sweet) connection between the previous post concerning rip tides and the fact that my sis sent me an e-pic of the ocean (hours later). The brain waves that connect sisters are utterly undeniable!
Shrugging at the world
I have been swimming in a rip tide since I woke. I know what to do to get out (been in rips numerous times) but just can't calm the thoughts to do what I know, to swim parallel to shore, to even catch one full breath... I started today by reading some of Ishmael Reed's thoughts. He justifiably made me doubt my role as an educator. In the introduction to his multicultural anthology he claims, "Many good writers have become inspired to write when they read someone whose experience they share." Ahh, I teach young African-American and Latino writers, and as I reflect on the school year's end I ponder: Did I do my job? I claim to be a multicultural educator of English literature and writing, but did I succeed? My confidante and colleague raised this same query recently. I looked at him and confidently reassured him, but now I have let this question soak in...And, I don't know, I don't know, I just DON'T KNOW!
Ok, this helped:
Yumi Thomas
Love Poem to an Avacado from a Tomato
Tonight I wore my bright red suit
and came to the opera
just to see you at the buffet.
Leaning against a cabbage leaf
in a bowl of salad,
your olive skin shimmers
like a river at night.
You dance among carrots, cucmbers,
and wear a crown of alfalfa sprouts like a queen.
I straighten my green necktie and bow to you,
then blush red as my suit
as you glide by in an artichoke's arms
under the rain of a thousand islands.
Recently, as I dined with great friends (at aforementioned confidante's house) Ben stated that artichokes chemically make everything taste better. This poem truly gives animated proof to his theory, and made me laugh outloud. Now, I am going to soak sunrays and smile at simple things. Thanks Meg (see above post)!
Ok, this helped:
Yumi Thomas
Love Poem to an Avacado from a Tomato
Tonight I wore my bright red suit
and came to the opera
just to see you at the buffet.
Leaning against a cabbage leaf
in a bowl of salad,
your olive skin shimmers
like a river at night.
You dance among carrots, cucmbers,
and wear a crown of alfalfa sprouts like a queen.
I straighten my green necktie and bow to you,
then blush red as my suit
as you glide by in an artichoke's arms
under the rain of a thousand islands.
Recently, as I dined with great friends (at aforementioned confidante's house) Ben stated that artichokes chemically make everything taste better. This poem truly gives animated proof to his theory, and made me laugh outloud. Now, I am going to soak sunrays and smile at simple things. Thanks Meg (see above post)!
Friday, May 19, 2006
Solving DC's problems?
DC Appleseed started an interesting project. They solicited changeful ideas from area residents. The ideas could target any issue currently impacting life in the nation's capitol. Now, the twenty finalist have been selected (from over 900 entries) and it is time to vote. Take a look at the website and place your vote!PS- May is Voter Registration Month!
Sunday, May 14, 2006
WE ARE GOING!
Aaron and I just purchased our FLIGHT TO CHILE!
Everything is falling into place and as soon as July rolls around we will be rolling out!
Everything is falling into place and as soon as July rolls around we will be rolling out!
Blockage or Formation?
Maybe my blog is the root of recent writer's block. Maybe this forum is truly a diversion from my goal of successfully developing into a "habitual" (and meaningful) writer? Not that the goal was to write a book (although maybe...), but the goal was to channel (and save) the fleeting thoughts of every day by arranging organized prose. But, it is just not working; it is a problem for my boyfriend, a drain of time as I try to upload pics (I still can't figure out my incompetent camera), and my dog would rather hear about my day than be forced to stare at me as I type, type, type away...Read here to see where this thought derived. Should this chapter come to an end? It won't, but maybe it should...
Saturday, May 13, 2006
My night with Mark
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It's Friday night and I now sit in my comfy chair -----> after just departing from my neighbor's intriguing, engaging and stifling conversation. We, Aaron and I, ended up dining with Mark (the neighbor) at a local authentic and "breathtakingly good" Italian restaurant in our hood. This led to me suggesting that our Friday night continue, much to Aaron's sleepy dismay. However, Mark was so inclined...so, Mark and I continued to hang for a few more hours over a couple of beers. Mark stimulates conversation the way a good movie director makes our thoughts wonder and then pulls those wandering thoughts back together with gratifying closure.
After few moments of silent reflection and attention to the rain drops, I realize that much of our conversation circled around society's view, internalization, lack of intrepretation, and pure misconception of the media. He recently had a bizarre (to say the least) experience as a boom operator for Discovery Channel. I haven't asked his permission to re-tell this story, so I will be respectful. However, his main point was that since we live in a world where six entities control the world's media, we must become critical observers. True, eh? Kill your TV, please!
I ask you this: Do you know about Dr. Sax?
This doctor's work is why I previously claimed that my time with Mark included "stifling" conversation. Please, read about this man's research with a critical lens. I hope we will collectively come to an agreeance about Dr. Leonard Sax's research...but in order to break it all apart we must question where our information comes from. Do we do this enough? Is there any way of knowing? Should we believe at all?
Ah, the weight of sleepy Friday night eyes after one too many libations (when one was too many). Read about that doctor and I will soon share my strong opinions.
Until then...sleep well!
Monday, May 01, 2006
Pleasure, Pain and Why
The marathon was a huge success, for the most part. Anna, Kyle, Emily and I completed the Frederick Marathon. We were granted an ideal day for a long run, and I am so proud of my amazing colleagues. However, I ended up tweeking my all-important IT band at mile six. I managed to juggle this unwanted (and undeserved, in my opinion) pain and my disappointed spirit to finish. My time was many minutes from my goal, but my goal had to shift. This discomfort has successfully motivated me for the next marathon, where I will persevere and continue to mold my mind and body into one running machine.Although I could not focus on the "loneliness" of marathons this go-round (I had plenty of company as my knee, calf, and shin screamed and whimpered), I did spend many minutes and miles pondering why I run, and at what cost.
Do I run out of neccesity, for fun, for the speedy metabolism, for daily structure, or because I am an addict? I have been a long-distance runner since high school, and since then, this form of exercise has been a major part of every day.
Track practice was the highlight of most teenage afternoons. I would usually end up alone (or maybe with my sister) at dawn tracing the ever-present mower tracks around endless corn fields. During track meets, mom would meet us there with our necessary running fuel and my sis and I would strive to lap the boys while dad cheered and peered smuggly as his daughters consistently achieved this goal.
Then, I went to college, trained seriously, cared about winning races, and discovered my definition of the body-and-mind connection. Collegiate running allowed me to become consumed by the sport, fly on airplanes to exotic races (you know, like Nationals in Illinios), and to learn much about fitness from experts who strangely longed to twist, poke, challenge, and probe me.
After college, I retired the running shoes for almost a year. Then, when Aaron and I moved to
the middle of the Deschutes National Forest where ponderosa pines tower over epic abandoned trails, I decided to re-lace the shoes and register for my first marathon.Our backyard (for reals!)------->
Since then, I have completed four marathons. For half I trained alone, the other half I trained with a group of close friends. These two marathon lasso-ed groups of friends are now permanently connected to my heart-, and hamstrings. I loved training with Heidi, Danny, MeiLin, Mike, Anna, Kyle, And Emily, loved it as much as I love my lonely long runs.
Maybe I am an addict who longs for the structure (while secretly battling for more spontaniety) of constantly eating with a smile on her face as every calorie fulfills its purpose. I do love to run...I find it fun, and it may not be a surprise to some, but there are many more races to come!
Many thanks to MaryLee and Craig for the surprise cheers and to Liz, William, Jaime, Ben, and Monica for waking early and smiling earnestly as we crossed the finish line!
Saturday, April 29, 2006
Insatiable
I've almost conquer this small section of the globe...
...good thing Megan just moved to Rhode Island and Josh still lives in Texas.
Here is the insatiable part...
...so many places to go!
I'm running a marathon in a few hours. Staring at the computer is my new way of calming myself, for this supplies much needed visuals during my hours alone. As I run, part of of my thought patterns drift to traveling (plus, I have great conversations with my close friends). Having these maps fresh in my mind will help me answer running-queries such as, "Where exactly is Guam?" or "When I go to Kenya, what other countries could I dip into?"
There is my rationale for the maps...what I am just not typing is that I am anxious! I am trying to exhale deeply, stretch out of obligation, and listen to Aaron's compliments...these are all great parts of my life, but still the heart rate is up, UP, UP!
The "Loneliness of this Long Distance Runner" will be written during this marathon (I am a brilliant author when I run) and hopefully that prose will remain, even after I unlace my shoes, and end up here.
Ohhhh, yessss, marathon number four is just about here...I will be using your vibes and energy tomorrow morning, many thanks in advance!
...good thing Megan just moved to Rhode Island and Josh still lives in Texas.
Here is the insatiable part...
...so many places to go!
I'm running a marathon in a few hours. Staring at the computer is my new way of calming myself, for this supplies much needed visuals during my hours alone. As I run, part of of my thought patterns drift to traveling (plus, I have great conversations with my close friends). Having these maps fresh in my mind will help me answer running-queries such as, "Where exactly is Guam?" or "When I go to Kenya, what other countries could I dip into?"
There is my rationale for the maps...what I am just not typing is that I am anxious! I am trying to exhale deeply, stretch out of obligation, and listen to Aaron's compliments...these are all great parts of my life, but still the heart rate is up, UP, UP!
The "Loneliness of this Long Distance Runner" will be written during this marathon (I am a brilliant author when I run) and hopefully that prose will remain, even after I unlace my shoes, and end up here.
Ohhhh, yessss, marathon number four is just about here...I will be using your vibes and energy tomorrow morning, many thanks in advance!
Friday, April 21, 2006
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
Marathon and Fundraising
Chavez Teachers run 131 miles!
Chavez Parkside teachers are running 131 miles to raise money for a school piano!
On April 30th five Chavez Teachers, Kerri Bowers, Anna Pellicioli, Kyle Cole, Beth Gibbons and Emily Isaacson , will each run a full marathon (26.2miles ) to raise money to buy Chavez a piano! We are asking faculty, staff, family and friends to pledge money to help us reach our goal of $5,000 to purchase a piano for our new music program!! Help us raise the money and together we can get a piano for Chavez Parkside!
How you can contribute:
1. Pledge per mile for all 131 miles (ex. $1 per mile x 131 miles = $131.00)
2. Pledge per mile for one runner ( ex. $1 per mile x 26.2 miles = $26.20)
3. Pledge a lump sum of money (ex. $50)
Who you contact to pledge:
1. Sign up in the teacher’s lounge
2. Contact Kerri, Anna, Kyle, Beth or Emily directly
3. E-mail: kerri.bowers@cesarchavezhs.org
4. Send a check to Cesar Chavez Charter Schools.
All checks should be made out to Cesar Chavez Charter Schools. Make sure you write Marathon for Parkside Piano in the memo section. Mail check to: Bryan Patten, Cesar Chavez Charter Schools, 709 12th Street SE, WDC 20003.
Also, if anyone is interested in coming to cheer us on, the marathon is on April 30th in Frederick, Maryland. The race begins at 7:30 am and ends at Keys Stadium on Stadium Drive. We would love to see you there!
Monday, April 17, 2006
Back to reality
Reality:
Shouldn't vacation be what we are always on? I know, I know...vacations must come to an end. However and hopefully, vacations supply us with the fuel needed to resume the work, school or life we are escaping. And, when it is over, we return eager and reinvigorated. I was just on vacation, and it was lovely and I am happy to be back to my life where I work at a school.
- Today is Emancipation Day in DC.
- I work and run daily with an Italian and when she told me that she would rather dine with Pres. Bush than Berlusconi, I just had to learn more. Italy is happier, hopefully.
- Gas is insanely expensive. I don't own a car (and never plan to again), but couldn't help but gasp as I went by the neighborhood pumps today: $3.09 and maybe no relief in sight. Ride more bikes!
- Less than 2 weeks until marathon #4!
Shouldn't vacation be what we are always on? I know, I know...vacations must come to an end. However and hopefully, vacations supply us with the fuel needed to resume the work, school or life we are escaping. And, when it is over, we return eager and reinvigorated. I was just on vacation, and it was lovely and I am happy to be back to my life where I work at a school.
- I played lots and learned lots about disc golf. This fine sport can be yogic, I am great at throwing a 143 straight into trees, and marvelous at tossing the Valkyrie. I will play much more of this!
- When you can go to Asheville, NC be sure to eat at the best veggie restaurant ever (a bit pricey, but no doubt the ohhh's and ahhh's will surpass the agony of shelling out a few more bucks).
- Also, when you are in Asheville scoot over to the hot springs located on the French Broad River. (Hot mineral water, babbles of a passing river and stars overhead, yes you should.)
- It may not shock those of you who know me but, I am again at war with poison ivy. Unlike recent wars, this battle looks like an easy victory for the skin, not the oil (I will keep you posted).
Friday, April 07, 2006
Up up and away...
I am officially on Spring Break!
Regularly scheduled programming will resume around April 17th. Until then, have some fun and soak up fleeting rays of sun with a smile.
Regularly scheduled programming will resume around April 17th. Until then, have some fun and soak up fleeting rays of sun with a smile.
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
Shipwreck
Ahh, this takes me back...
Aaron and I ventured to South East Asia a few years ago. While bouncing back-and-forth from Thailand to Vietnam, we met these wonderful friends. This crew had a wonderful time together on a small Vietnamese island. Collectively, we broke through many cultural barriers, shared, became friends, boogied down at a sketchy night club, and have even traveled together since. I have managed to keep in touch with most of the beautiful people in this picture. One of the lovely women pictured here just re-sent this too me, to jog the memory a bit. It truly did take me back to a great time and place.
There is nothing wrong with a mid-day daydream, right? Because as I sit in front of this computer at school, I can not see my dry-erase board nor the maps on my classroom walls...all I can see are the jutting rock piles, crystal blue waters, and the smiley faces of the people I love having met...thanks Sandra, take me away anytime!
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