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!

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!

Upcoming Events

This is happening October 14-15. When you are there, be sure to check out this while munching on these yummies. And, subscribe to this and do some shopping here. I will be heading to this booth, because I am eager to learn more about this and I do not believe in any of this nonsense.

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!

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!

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

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!

New Mayor for DC

DC has (basically) elected Fenty. My two cents (whatever that may be worth): I strongly approve!

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...

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!

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.

Give a little

Support my aunt and uncle's quest to do good for the March of Dimes.

9/11

Never, ever forget.

Never, ever.

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).

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?

Talk about...

impressive. This makes me eager to age.

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!

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!

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!

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.

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?

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!

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!

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.

¡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!

¡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!

¿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!

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.

¿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!

¡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!

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!

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!

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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.

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.

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.

Visuals of my pad

Photos credits: Mark the neighbor

Next door, no further

This is Mark
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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)!

I learned

I did not known this before today--
modern trolls

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!

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!

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...

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!

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!

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!

marathon route

We will conquer this long run on Sunday, April 30th. Will you be there to scream?

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!

Back to reality

Reality:

• 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!

I am back from:
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).
  

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.

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!

Your assignment

April is National Poetry Month. As a high school English teacher I am going to incorporate this celebration into my daily routine.

My request: What is your favorite poet and poem? Have you written any poems that I may share with my students?

My plan: I would like to compile and publish some of my students' poetry on the blog-in-progress (more on this soon).

Your assignment: In order to inspire and encourage my students to write poetry, I thought it would be fun to utilize the brilliant friends I have chosen to play with during this game called "life." Don't you remember my 20-something birthday party in Bend, Oregon when I asked you to bring a libation and an original poem based on the theme of time? (What a joyous memory...ahhh, that was a great night!) Share that poem, give me a new one, make up a haiku, look at the fresh blossoms and get inspired...you know the drill!

Your assignment is due by April 7th. (post it as a "comment" here or email me)

My bro's wedding

Here is the lovely bridesmaid dress that I will be wearing. Whatcha' think?

Sleepless in Adams Morgan

What causes this?



For the past few weeks I have had an impossible time staying asleep throughout the entire night.




I have my suspicions, but what do I know:
1) My job makes me think and care about too many people
2) We are starting to read "Adventures of Huckleberry Finn" and I am eager
3) I didn't run as much as planned this week
4) I ate dinner too late tonight (about 9pm)
5) I didn't stretch the run all the way out of my body this afternoon
6) It is my mind's way of tricking me into some alone time

All of these theories are merely that, theories. I have an extremely busy day tomorrow (early morning meetings, I am being observed, more meetings, three classes to teach, the last day of the week for students, and I could go on and on and on...), but I have similarly busy days every single day. It is not work, it is something else. Or, maybe it is work and a combination of other things...but what?

Here are the precautions I took today, in order to stay asleep:
1) One, and only one, piece of chocolate at 4ish
2) No coffee since 9am
3) Slow run with Keba around 6pm


It is now 3:33am and there are no glimmers of sunrays, no chance I am fighting this the strangely cold air, and no hope that friends want to hear from me now. I just have to figure this out. This is odd, eh? Sing me a lullaby please, or come and tuck me in and sprinkle some fairy sleeping dust over me, pretty please!

What is true love?

PREFACE: This was my Do Now (warm-up activity) in class recently. Much of this entry is from my Do Now's (I write with my students) that I just found, pondered and decided to publish...

I have wondered about this every single day since May 5, 1999. I ask my students to write about it. Anna and I are doing a video project with students about it. I instigate conversations about it with my family as we take up an at least two acres on the beach. I have finally figured out why I am consumed by this thought...because I am in love and it all started one Cinco de Mayo many years ago!

This is a major revelation for me! I try so hard to make everything harder than it has to be. I fight through easy things, I struggle when I am bored, I make mountains out of mole hills, I move after I start to like a place, I run marathons for fun and so on... Now, as I ponder constantly about what happens next, where should I run to this time, how much better could I do "this" or "that", I am smacked with the first real truth of my life. I love Aaron, the real way. I love him the way it has been explained over and over to me (which is that it is unexplainable, you will just know...), I get it now because I realized today that I love him.

I have this insatiable part of me that yearns and questions every thing, and Poor Aaron! For the past seven years I have forced him to listen to my craziness, demanded his attention to detail (and we all know that Aaron could care less about most things, this is why we love him so), broken our hearts, messed up a lot, been selfish (and I am sure that I have erred in many other arenas) and he still holds my hand no matter what. He still takes time for me every day, he still is my best friend, he still calms me down when one else can, he still listens to me (and even I know that I can be too much to listen to sometimes), and he loves me for who I am. WHAT MORE IS THERE TO THIS CRAZY NOTION?

I have been questioning and doubting because this is what I do best, I doubt and question. Today, I have grown up a lot. I even told one of my students the "secret" of our relationship the other day...this is another funny story for another time, but I realize that I have a good thing going with this man. He is the love of my life!

Reunion and Frustration

Reunion:
It has been a long time but I am back. Currently, I am drowning in a pile of papers needed illumination from my authoritative red pen; however, I will try to persevere and dribble for a bit here.

A recent event in my life:

Believe it or not, I have fallen for the enemy. Despite my avoidance and refusals, I have fallen in love with the scent I previously detested, the way to my mother's heart, the mesmerizingly-beautiful green plants I peered upon in Vietnam-- the freshly-brewed deep dark roast of organic fair-trade coffee.

I never wanted to be a coffee drinker. In fact, I put it off until graduate school. (Well, to be honest, there were occassional "Oh, ok, let me try...OH YUCK! How do you drink this..." conversations many times, but they always ended with an embittered glance and a sip of water to make the YUCK go down and away.) Grad school did much to change me, and my love for coffee is top of the list of radical changes. During those two years, I found my friends' faces were only familiar with a mug covering their lowerlips. Thus, I caved and fell victim to this common drug of stimulation. Now I am captivated daily by this luring, and never disappointing potion.

I do not need coffee, I just like it now. I like the smell which will always remind me of Mom coming home from work in the summertime. Quick aside: When we were young, my sister and I quickly learned that if we had a fresh pot (yes, a pot) ready when my Mom came home from work she would instantly be in a good mood and forget (even if only for a few moments) about her hard day (or the trouble we were in). I like the taste when swirled with a lot of Silk Soy Creamer. I like the warmth of the mug in my hand as I read my book on an early Sunday morning. I like the undeniable buzz in my head when I can't fall asleep because I drank a cup after 8 pm. I thoroughly enjoy this dependency, and as I sit in my favorite coffeeshop I am confident that this vixen has ensnarled yet another unwilling victim. Still to be determined...Do I partake or refrain on the morning of my upcoming marathon? Hmmm...what are your thoughts?

Frustration:
I can't import photos to IPhoto, does anyone have any tips? The camera seems to work, the cord-thingy is new, IPhoto opens and even says it is importing when I try to close it...Ah, please just tell me anything, something. It is no fun to blog without visuals!

ECO FILMS

The Environmental Film Festival is now showing in DC.

Oh, I have been waiting and waiting...

I am sitting at school anxiously awaiting the sound of the bell that begins my last class for this long week. I am anxiously awaiting because as soon as the bell rings to end this class, I will join the mass of joyous weekend-bound students to the door. When we reach the door, we will divide and conquer this spring-esque weekend.

Here is what I will do...
My weekend begins with a metro ride to the rental car. Then the rental car will escort me to Keba and Aaron. We will all hop in the car as quickly as possible and venture to Berkeley Springs, West Virginia! Then, as soon as possible, I will submerge my exhausted body into a bath a mineral-rich water. And the Ahhhhhh's will begin. Plus, Aaron and I are playing hookie on Monday. This is an interesting feat for we both teach at the same school. Many laughs erupt when colleagues look at the "Teachers Out" board and see our names together. There is no escaping the justified ridicule!

My goals for this long weekend:

1. Alone time with my Amazing Aaron and Delightful Dog
2. Many soothing minutes under mineral water
3. A 14 mile run in the woods of WV
4. Slow meals as the sun sets
5. Time to exhale, together
6. Time to rejuvenate what is now a huddled mass of lethargy
7. A long slow drive in a rental car
8. Time to hide from the world!

Pictures to come soon!

Speaking of International Women's Day...

I just found out about this:

Breaking the Political Glass Ceiling: Women and Congressional Elections
by Barbara Palmer and Dennis Simon

Book Launch Party and Happy Hour
Thursday, April 6, 6 - 8 pm
eyebar
1716 "eye" st. NW, one block from both the Farrgut North and Farragut West Metro stations.
Everyone is welcome. Please feel free to pass this invitation to your friends.
Books will be available for purchase and signing.


Politics and Prose Reading and Signing
Saturday, April 8, 1:00 pm
5015 Connecticut Avenue, N.W.
Everyone is welcome. Please feel free to pass this invitation to your friends.


Breaking the Political Glass Ceiling provides a path breaking analysis of the obstacles and opportunities for greater representation of women in Congress. Based on the stories of women candidates and the most comprehensive data on women and congressional elections from 1956 to 2004, Barbara Palmer and Dennis Simon explore how incumbency and entrenched attitudes toward female candidates affect women’s decisions to run for the House and the Senate. The authors also examine the districts where female candidates have been the most successful. They identify the factors which have contributed to their success and how those factors allow more women to breakthrough the glass ceiling they have encountered far too often and for far too long.

“For anybody wanting to run for office or wondering why more women aren’t elected to Congress, Breaking the Political Glass Ceiling explains the past, describes the present, and forecasts the future. The authors identify eighteen congressional districts out of 435 that are ‘woman-friendly,’ compared to 153 unlikely to welcome women candidates through 2010, a reality that perpetuates the ‘achingly slow pace’ of women taking their rightful place in Congress.”
—Eleanor Clift, contributing editor, Newsweek

"It's about time. Palmer and Simon masterfully scour modern history for the smoking gun behind why women continue to be hindered in their quest for integration into Congress."
—Representative Debbie Wasserman Schultz (D-FL)

International Women's Day (is today)

Today is a very special day. In honor of today's recognition of the women of the world, I would like to give the women of my world a small token of my appreciation. As I grew, I was molded by uniquely strong women. These women surely included my mother (who truly is the world's greatest), her three sisters, my sister, my cousins, and my grandmother. Together these women have shaped me, guided me, taught me, and challenged me to no end. Their unconditional love and support has given me the wings needed to soar and the roots needed for support. I thank them for everything they have given me! And, I love them more than words can say.

Also, there are women who have attracted my magnetic force and I just can't resist their pull. This magnetic force I feel for my girlfriends is also uniquely strong and undeniable. I would be a mushy mass of wrinkled skin if it were not for them, I would be lonely, I wouldn't understand how important a slow Sunday brunch really is, I would constantly be saddened by the injustice of the world, and I would never eat chocolate and laugh until it hurts. I would never be able to do what I do if I didn't get to share in what you amazing women do!

Cheers! to the mothers, the sisters, the aunts, the grandmothers, the cousins, the nieces, and the friends who truly make the world go 'round! Thank you from the bottom of my heart!

This weekend's plan

It is time to scram for a weekend, maybe a long weekend. I have asked Aaron and Keba to search for nonconcrete-covered land with me. They both agreed. I am hoping to convince him to take off on Monday (please understand colleagues, I know you do).

Here are some of my ideas, let me know if you have a better one:

1. Phili to see Body Worlds at the Franklin Institute
2. West Virginia in search of mineral-enriched aqua
   
3. Frederick, Maryland to see the upcoming marathon site and venture in the woods
4. Ocean City to see my wonderful parents
5. Locked in the apartment pretending we are stranded on a deserted island surrounded by blood-thirsty sharks (one of my all-time favorites)

This summer...

...I think I will land in Chile on July 3rd.
Check out this program and please tell me what you think!
My school will pay for the Spanish classes...and this program mixes immersion with snowboarding! I mean, what could be better?

What is wedlock?

What a wedding-ful weekend...my lucky brother is engaged to the most awesome girl ever, Erica. They had an engagement party this weekend. I am still dying to see photos, hear the stories of mayhem, and share in their joy. Their wedding is in November in Florida (and I am in the wedding party, YIPPEE). I will put some pictures up when I receive them.

Also, my great friend Liz is getting married in 24 days! I attended her bridal shower on Saturday. I appointed myself "maker-of-the-ribbon-hat" as she opened gifts.

I learned much this weekend:

Concerning bridal showers...
1. If the bride-to-be breaks a ribbon while opening a gift that means she will soon have a baby.
2. The number of ribbons she breaks equals the number of kids she will mother.
3. The ribbons are to be gathered and assembled into a bouquet (this quickly became a hat at this party).
4. My friends and I sure know how to "wrap-up" a bridal shower!

Concerning me...
4. Drinking mimosas after running 12 hard miles gives me a headache.
5. I love the idea of marriage, yet have no idea what it means!

Here is my challenge to you:
Share your thoughts on wedlock.
(I will withhold my thoughts and constant queries until I read yours!)

Technical support for those in my world

Over the weekend I learned that many of my lovely companions have trouble with this newfound means of communicating...Let's fix that:

As you feel the urge to respond, argue, challenge, simply hit "Comments" (this is at the bottom of what I type and there will be a number before the word "comment" referring to the number of times people have responded to my posts). This link should take you to the page when you can type your thinkings. Then you hit "Publish Post". At this point you will have to either add your name or leave an anonymous post (please leave your name, for the curiousity would kill me). Having you write on this blog is the point, this is why I am here, this is why I do this...

It really is that simple, try it, you'll see!

Why are sweaty running clothes optimal? I am curious of your thoughts!

As you probably know, I have been an avid runner since high school. It started as a curious way to expend energy, time to hang with my sister, and as the initial means of luring my first love, Mark. I was and have been successful with all of the aforementioned--I still find it necessary to burn energy (even and especially after a long, exhausting day), my sis and I are still passionate running partners (among many other things), and Mark was my boyfriend from the age of 14 'til 20. This habit of mine, usually a daily long run, leads to hours of talking to myself (or Keba when he can keep up). This self-chatter is when I solve multiple public policy issues such as poverty, the inequitiable educational system in the United States, and overall global understanding. It is true, during my runs all of these issues are dealt with, debated and then solved. The only problem is that I usually can't remember my epiphanies after I remove my running shoes.

That said, I may not always be able to remember my perfected solutions to these serious issues, but I do remember my thoughts from yesterday's run. I have finally figured out why I do not wash my running clothes often (read: hardly ever, sorry Mom)...

WHY SWEATY RUNNING CLOTHES ARE OPTIMAL (according to KB):
Through osmosis my old sweat empowers my developing muscles. It is true, even a mere whiff of this odor empowers. Yesterday's toil, pungent through my Capilene tee-shirt, inspires me to run further, push a bit harder and to make my pungent smell even more intense. If my laundry detergent came in contact with my running attire this unique form of osmosis would be skewed and the run certainly less productive. This is my story and I am sticking to it...

Wasting minutes with Anna, as usual

So, I am sitting in front of a computer next to my friend, colleague, running partner and secret-sharer, Anna. Luckily for me, she just gave me permission to digress with her instead of tackling the pile of papers needing marks from a red pen. I thank her for this special permission, and blame her as well. We collaborate together often on the futon in my classroom (read: we attempt to make sense of our daily battles and joys while trying not to fall asleep). Since I have this newfound freedom of digression...let me exploit the opportunity!

How Anna became my running-partner...

One day, after our first ninth grade field trip (to the National Museum of the American Indian)
we decided to enjoy the sunbeams and walk home from the Smithsonian. This walk allowed me to spark now-enduring friendships (with Anna and Emily) centered around a unique desire: TO RUN A MARATHON. This desire spread and we are part of a running team of teachers whom I pseudo-coach. We will conquer this incredible feat on April 30th during the Frederick Marathon. I will keep you posted on our training.

If possible come and spend a weekend marathon-cheering and Western Maryland-hopping with us the last weekend of April!