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09 December 2007

Giving to the Peace Corps...

As we begin to celebrate the upcoming holiday season (a season of giving), here is a reminder to share with those who are far away and not always at the center of our thoughts.


This is a website where you can read up on various Peace Corps projects that are currently in need of funding. I'd recommend you scroll down to the country of Mali because I still have friends there, but the Peace Corps overall is a good organization. Any project from any country that you could choose to donate to will benefit people for years to come because the Peace Corps has a focus on sustainability at a local level.

https://www.peacecorps.gov/resources/donors/contribute/regioncontrib.cfm?region=africa&

06 December 2007

Apartment pictures!

This is Michele and my new apartment in NW DC:


The kitchen isn't a separate room, it actually makes up the back of the living room (I love that).


And its a pretty sweet kitchen too. Granite counters, stained concrete floors...

We haven't hung anything on the walls yet, but we've got some awesome stuff from Africa to hang up, plus we plan on printing and framing some of our photos from Mali.


Our window out onto the world of Giant the supermarket with our dinky yet lovable Christmas tree.


Snow Pictures!


Yes, Michele in the snow is still Michele.


Laying in the snow with nothing but sweat pants and a sweatshirt - no gloves or anything someone should bring to a snowball fight.


Yep. To those in Africa: the snow is the white stuff in case you forgot.









And the wonderful thing about our apartment complex: all of this took place on the rooftop patio. Don't tell anyone, but we spent part of the time lobbing snowballs off the roof onto unsuspecting cars and pedestrians 6 floors below. Shh!




05 December 2007

Snow Day DC

Ok, to start out with, I am a very bad person for not updating more frequently. I deserve your harsh words - especially those of you who might still read this living in Africa - that is, if any of you even bother anymore.
I continue to delay posting anything because I want to include pictures of everything and so far I've been very bad at carrying a camera with me. I've got some big events to inform everyone of and I am finally going to set aside some time to properly do it. Upcoming posts will include my sister's wedding that took place in November - then Michele's and my new apartment (with photos) since we finally cleaned up the boxes and arranged the furniture.


But the reason I got on today is this: it is snowing in Washington DC right now. True, yesterday was the first actual snow, but it was nothing more than maybe 20 flakes I saw between my apartment and the office. Today however is marked by the 2-3 inches on the ground and the little flurries I could see from the 9th floor of my office in the city. This morning my car had a nice blanket of white across the hood, roof and windshield.

I don't have a winter coat. Good thing it is warm in the metro. I spend 75% of my 25 minute commute everyday in the metro. I only have to walk a total of 3 blocks outdoors so life isn't that frigid yet. Who knows how I'll feel deeper into the winter as the temperature drops though. Odd thing is, even though it is 32 degrees or colder outside, Michele and I have not turned on the heat to our apartment - for some odd reason, it has remained 67 degrees inside our new home...


Interesting tidbit of the day: false-consensus effect:
a form of assimilation - the tendency to overestimate the extent to which others share one's beliefs, attitudes, and behaviors - people tend to assume their own beliefs are more common than they may be. The most famous experiment of this involved asking college students to carry a sandwich board with the word 'REPENT' on it for a half hour around their campus. Those who agreed to carry the sign also believed 63.5% of their fellow experimentees would also agree to carry the sign. Those who refused believed that 76% of their fellow experimentees would also refuse.
This explains why madmen like Bill O'Reilly believe in their 'War on Christmas'...

15 October 2007

An interesting experience from Mali translated into my perception of events elsewhere -- it really is amazing how just a brief time immersed in a foreign culture can alter one's own outlook.

Imaging you are giving a cutesy little wave to an infant or toddler, not a whole hand wave but a quick open and close of the fingers onto the palm over and over in rapid suscession. One waves to a child like this in America to be cute and to seem nice and not mean to him/her. Such is not the case in Mali as Michele and I were reminded over and over by our mistakes. That hand gesture in Mali translates to 'come here'. Adults, children, everyone uses it to signal everyone else. Far too often we would make a cutesy wave to a child as a soft form of 'hi' only to have the child shake his/her head quickly in fear because they didn't want to come too close to us.

Needless to say, it was a simple mistake we made that ended no worse other than some slight embarassment and a quick correction. I only wish the same was true everywhere.

Reports came out of Iraq last week that Unity Resources, a private security firm that hires UK, US, and Austraulian citizens to guard officials in Iraq, opened fire on two unarmed Iraqi women driving down a Bagdad road in a car, killing both. Though reports are conflicting, the concensus of eye witness accounts claim that the women were not doing anything suspicious but rather looked much more confused than threatening and began to panic.

Unity Resource guards' accounts claim that they did what they were supposed to: they signaled the women to stop and when the women did not the guards fired a flare at the windshield of the vehicle. When the car still did not come to a stop, the guards opened fire killing everyone inside.

When investigators asked for clarification as to how they communicated with the women to stop they explained that they used hand signals - they gave the women what we Americans would immediately assume to be the 'halt!' signal, the palm of the hand projected forward with all fingers together and straight up.

A lack of cultural awareness is the reason these women are dead. An extended palm is a signal of 'welcome' in Iraq and other parts of the Middle East. The confusion of seeing armed guards shouting one thing, signaling the opposite is enough to scare anyone - and I'm not sure I've heard of a culture yet with people who could remain calm and not panic when a flare is fired at them.

Please tell me its not the fact that I've actually lived in several foreign places that makes me aware of how the simplest of things can make a world of difference. In a culture you are completely new to, simply knowing how to say 'hello', 'please', and 'thankyou' are all it takes to make a good impression or in just as many cases friends.

I don't know if this is true or not, but I've heard some say that men and women in the US military conducting house to house checks on the ground in Iraq did not receive any instruction in basic Arabic or on the cultural behaviors and gestures of Iraq. I pray to god this isn't true with the military because I fear it is true with the private security firms like Unity Resources and Blackwater.

One thing always comes to mind when I first hear the words private industry: the focus on profit above all else. I have no choice- I am just naturally suspicious of anyone who carries a gun around in a land where the law doesn't apply to them and are focused on profit more than anything else...

Enough about this. Today is Blog Action Day, a day where you are supposed to post something to help bring about additional awareness of the world around you.

For the love of man, please, go do something nice to someone you don't know today!

14 October 2007

Oh, the Fond Memories of Mali...

This is dedicated to the little voice inside my computer that told me to get up off my ass and continue the blog. That little voice was Christopher Krey, the manchild pictured here at his finest.


The first step is the recognition of past events - the joys of Mali that Michele and I had to leave behind. The next step (and I am placing my camera in my everyday bag as I type) is to continue with the present. Michele and I now live in Washington DC which does not mean our outlook on life or our care to notice the world around has changed any - we are just in a different setting for our story now.

So without further ado, here are photos of some the many fond memories I have of Africa - both those who are of there and those who serve there.



















07 June 2007

ET

ET= early termination

Yes, ladies and gentlemen we have officially quit and are now in the U.S. I must admit thus far the whole experience seems pretty surreal... Anyway, there was only so much I could take in terms of being extremely unhealthy. Right before we left, in addition to the kidney stones, I also accrued malaria (again) and then giardia (intestinal parasite). So we were supposed to leave earlier, but the medical office decided it would not be best for me to leave with three different things going on--- not to mention the fact that I was on like 6-7 different meds, which ended up equaling about 15-20 pills per day. It felt like I was a 90 year old trying to hold onto life, when hello---- I am 24.

It took the two of us several months to reach the quitting-conclusion, but I definitely said that if I ever got 'very sick' again that I was going to quit--- and like magic one week later, exactly 2 days before we were supposed to go on vacation with some friends to Ghana, the kidney stones arrived. Let me just say.... kidney stones are probably the most painful thing I have ever encountered--- so basically hope it never happens to you. Funny thing is, the PC medical officers told me that Malian water was most likely the cause of the problem. (the water having many more minerals, and it being impossible to stay adequately hydrated here = malian kidney stones)

So where do we go from here? Who knows? I sure as hell don't. I have some vague 'plans', but nothing really deserving of being called a plan. Right now I am going to try to let me body get back to normal, eventually I'll get a job I suppose, maybe move to CA (lots of family there)... all I know right now is that quitting was the right decision. And as Tim said, sometimes it is more difficult to quit than it is to stay. I would say that I have to agree. It's not like all of my 'plans' thus far have actually been plans anyway. There is this quote in The Dark Tower book 7 (not that I read it, but I live vicariously through Tim sometimes) that says something to the effect of 'people who end up exactly where they thought they would be, end up shooting their faces off.' I never thought I would leave any university with three degrees (it's kind of obnoxious actually); I never thought I would be legally married at 22; I never thought I would actually live in Africa or join the Peace Corps; I never thought I would quit and end up where I am now (Byron, GA).... but I am okay with it all--- or rather I am happy with everything. C'est la vie.