Hey guys, so Sarah is blocked from blogspot.com at her school so she can never post and she's been sad about that. I have been too because she's the far superior writer. So to remedy the situation she found a blog site that she is allowed at and we will be temporarily moving our blogs over there. Just go here:
Notes from a serenade
Thanks for reading!
Nate
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Monday, December 21, 2009
Christmastime in Gwangju
The season is upon us. Another Christmas is here too quickly. I'm unprepared, at least I've purchased all my gifts, but forget the wrapping. It's cozy, though, here. It's lovely to spend this time in relative solitude together.
All of our Gwangju friends have left or are leaving for Christmas and that is sad, but very happy for them. Because of this, we're a touch lonely so we're importing other friends from a suburb of Seoul called Bundang. These are some of the people we met at our GEPIK training that I spoke of earlier. They are wonderful.
Our plan is to go into Bundang (an hour trip +/-) for Christmas Eve service at our church, Manna. That should be lovely, the church is lovely. It's a very large Korean Methodist church. In the basement is where they store the English service. Mostly Koreans wanting to improve their English, some southeast Asians here working in the mines, and a few westerners like ourselves. The service is in broken English usually, but the simplicity and earnest with which the pastor preaches is enough to refill anyones soul. It's wonderful. So that'll be Christmas Eve.
Sarah and I will have a lovely relaxed Christmas morning of gift giving and receiving, then all our friends will be coming over for a Christmas brunch. We're going to cook a western style breakfast of eggs and toast and sausage and baked beans and french toast and the list could go on, it should be a feast.
We miss home over the season of course, but we've felt the love from afar and are grateful for that. We're happy to be here and happy to be together this Christmas, even though it isn't in North America.
We love you all, and wish you all a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.
Love.
All of our Gwangju friends have left or are leaving for Christmas and that is sad, but very happy for them. Because of this, we're a touch lonely so we're importing other friends from a suburb of Seoul called Bundang. These are some of the people we met at our GEPIK training that I spoke of earlier. They are wonderful.
Our plan is to go into Bundang (an hour trip +/-) for Christmas Eve service at our church, Manna. That should be lovely, the church is lovely. It's a very large Korean Methodist church. In the basement is where they store the English service. Mostly Koreans wanting to improve their English, some southeast Asians here working in the mines, and a few westerners like ourselves. The service is in broken English usually, but the simplicity and earnest with which the pastor preaches is enough to refill anyones soul. It's wonderful. So that'll be Christmas Eve.
Sarah and I will have a lovely relaxed Christmas morning of gift giving and receiving, then all our friends will be coming over for a Christmas brunch. We're going to cook a western style breakfast of eggs and toast and sausage and baked beans and french toast and the list could go on, it should be a feast.
We miss home over the season of course, but we've felt the love from afar and are grateful for that. We're happy to be here and happy to be together this Christmas, even though it isn't in North America.
We love you all, and wish you all a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.
Love.
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Orange Dog
Hey, so I started this trivia blog. I don't know if you who read this blog are actually interested in trivia or whether or not I've already invited you to my other blog. But you should check it out, it's pretty fun, if you're into that kind of thing. I am. Miss you all. Thanks for reading up on us! Love.
orangedogtrivia.blogspot.com
Oh ya, if you wanna play (anybody can) don't forget to create a team name! :) See ya!
orangedogtrivia.blogspot.com
Oh ya, if you wanna play (anybody can) don't forget to create a team name! :) See ya!
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
My Own Personal Sandlot
My Vice Principle, when he met me, decided that, because I liked soccer and looked pretty athletic, he would schedule me an after-school class that would be titled "Soccer With The Native Speaker." (That's what they call us by the way, native teachers, although we're not native to Korea at all). Regardless, I was quite happy because I would be paid to play soccer two days a week.
I asked, am I expected to teach them anything? No. Am I expected to speak only in English and encourage them to do the same? No. Simply play soccer.
I call it my own personal Sandlot because quite literally it is a field of dirt/sand. There is no grass or no turf. Sarah's school is like the USC of middle schools in Gwangju. It is pretty nice and her soccer field is turf and not just one uniform color either, it's all striped every five yards dark green and light green. I'm pretty jealous. Like I was saying, my field is dirt. Baron trees surround it now during this winter season and sometimes after a rare rain it pools with water in places.
Like the Sandlot my cast of characters is no different. I've got a Scotty Smalls, the kid that is pretty bad at soccer but best friends with the best player. At least the best players treat him right and try and help him all the time. I've got two Benny "the Jet" Rodriguezes. They're awesome at soccer, but they're not Hispanic. They'd both make varsity or at least contend to do so for any local Eugene school. They are grade two, which means grade seven, but really they are almost 15. They'd be fine.
Hamilton "the Ham" Porter. Got one of those too. A chubby kid who is always talking trash and making jokes. Not real good. Except my kid isn't quite so chubby. The best correlation I think is the kid that reminds me of Squints. It's amazing this kid. Sharp as a wit, and whenever the girls come around, his attention is little on the game. He is way shorter and super scrawny but man is he funny. The only English words he knows is "Oh my God" and "Oh shit" and "Okay". So the whole game he runs around like a broken record of semi-offensive phrases. He knows one more phrase but I won't say it and kiss my mother with the same mouth.
Yes we have Tommy and Timmy Timmonds too. They are attached at the hip and I'm pretty sure they're not related but who can be sure really? Every time I say break they go to the bench on the side of the field and play card game which I've deduced is similar to Magic 'The Gathering' if you remember that game. They're not so smart though, they are both in my actual teaching extra class and dim is a word that describes them.
No Ya-ya I'm afraid. And no token black pitcher in Kenny DeNunez either. There is no dog Hercules or no blind James Earl Jones either. But otherwise the correlation is uncanny.
I love my soccer after school class. It ends this week, which will be nice because I'll get paid for it, just in time for my last minute Christmas shopping (is there really any other time?). But I hope that when the weather becomes managable again, they sign me up again too. I really enjoy my own personal Sandlot, it brings me great joy.
I asked, am I expected to teach them anything? No. Am I expected to speak only in English and encourage them to do the same? No. Simply play soccer.
I call it my own personal Sandlot because quite literally it is a field of dirt/sand. There is no grass or no turf. Sarah's school is like the USC of middle schools in Gwangju. It is pretty nice and her soccer field is turf and not just one uniform color either, it's all striped every five yards dark green and light green. I'm pretty jealous. Like I was saying, my field is dirt. Baron trees surround it now during this winter season and sometimes after a rare rain it pools with water in places.
Like the Sandlot my cast of characters is no different. I've got a Scotty Smalls, the kid that is pretty bad at soccer but best friends with the best player. At least the best players treat him right and try and help him all the time. I've got two Benny "the Jet" Rodriguezes. They're awesome at soccer, but they're not Hispanic. They'd both make varsity or at least contend to do so for any local Eugene school. They are grade two, which means grade seven, but really they are almost 15. They'd be fine.
Hamilton "the Ham" Porter. Got one of those too. A chubby kid who is always talking trash and making jokes. Not real good. Except my kid isn't quite so chubby. The best correlation I think is the kid that reminds me of Squints. It's amazing this kid. Sharp as a wit, and whenever the girls come around, his attention is little on the game. He is way shorter and super scrawny but man is he funny. The only English words he knows is "Oh my God" and "Oh shit" and "Okay". So the whole game he runs around like a broken record of semi-offensive phrases. He knows one more phrase but I won't say it and kiss my mother with the same mouth.
Yes we have Tommy and Timmy Timmonds too. They are attached at the hip and I'm pretty sure they're not related but who can be sure really? Every time I say break they go to the bench on the side of the field and play card game which I've deduced is similar to Magic 'The Gathering' if you remember that game. They're not so smart though, they are both in my actual teaching extra class and dim is a word that describes them.
No Ya-ya I'm afraid. And no token black pitcher in Kenny DeNunez either. There is no dog Hercules or no blind James Earl Jones either. But otherwise the correlation is uncanny.
I love my soccer after school class. It ends this week, which will be nice because I'll get paid for it, just in time for my last minute Christmas shopping (is there really any other time?). But I hope that when the weather becomes managable again, they sign me up again too. I really enjoy my own personal Sandlot, it brings me great joy.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Sarah's Birthday
Sarah turned 27 yesterday. At least we're still in our twenties. Seems like thirty comes way faster than ten did when we were toddlers and faster still than twenty did when we were in our teens. Maybe Einstein has something to say about that. Anyway, Sarah and I had a lovely dinner at this Faux-OliveGarden (and there are no olives) restaurant in Gwangju. It was lovely. Then our friends Luke and Louise came up, and our friend Sydney did too. It was great. Low key, and great. Sydney got Sarah coffee, she's smart.
It's raining today, and that is pretty rare, it's been absurdly dry here and cold. Today I am nostalgic for Eugene. I'm looking into booking a ticket to fly home for my dad's wedding and looking outside reminds me of being at soccer practice for all those years out in Coburg at the foot of the hills practicing in the rain. This kind of day is sort of the epitome of a winter day in Eugene. Not too much rain, but grey. It's so grey it's almost in black and white.
My fantasy football team is finally going to break 9th place out of 10 this year!! Hooray! There are 12 teams this year and it's looking like I'll qualify for the consolation playoffs for the first time ever, which means worst I can do is 8th! Just a stones throw from 9th but still three years in a row getting 9th really plays on a guy.
Anyway, having a lot of fun here in Gwangju with our friends. Missing home a little. Getting stressed about coming home (for too short a time). But overall we're really in the Christmas spirit. We watched the Grinch last night and it was good. Miss you all. Love.
It's raining today, and that is pretty rare, it's been absurdly dry here and cold. Today I am nostalgic for Eugene. I'm looking into booking a ticket to fly home for my dad's wedding and looking outside reminds me of being at soccer practice for all those years out in Coburg at the foot of the hills practicing in the rain. This kind of day is sort of the epitome of a winter day in Eugene. Not too much rain, but grey. It's so grey it's almost in black and white.
My fantasy football team is finally going to break 9th place out of 10 this year!! Hooray! There are 12 teams this year and it's looking like I'll qualify for the consolation playoffs for the first time ever, which means worst I can do is 8th! Just a stones throw from 9th but still three years in a row getting 9th really plays on a guy.
Anyway, having a lot of fun here in Gwangju with our friends. Missing home a little. Getting stressed about coming home (for too short a time). But overall we're really in the Christmas spirit. We watched the Grinch last night and it was good. Miss you all. Love.
Sunday, December 6, 2009
GEPIK Training
Hey guys,
So a new week has begun. We had to spend the better part of last week at an orientation training for our "new" job which we've been at for over two months. :) It was okay though. They shipped us out to this pretty nice facility and had us mingle with other foreign teachers and listen to lectures about our job and about Korea. It was pretty fun. Met some great people. Got to talk about things like college football and basketball with some people who care about that stuff so that was nice. :P Go Ducks, eh!?
We got home on Friday and I needed to go into Seoul and I had to have a root canal Friday evening. Lame-o. It's a little uncomfortable but I survived.
Saturday was our Murder Mystery night party that Sarah wanted to host as her birthday present. It was amazing! We had 11 people there and we played the murder mystery and everybody got into it. Our friend Mark was just fabulous. We also had done some Secret Santa so we gave our gifts that night too. I got a mini soccer ball and some ref whistles! Cool, right! I got two, so dad when I come home, maybe we should do a game!
Anyway, the party was great, I can't believe December is already in full swing. It's too crazy. It's cold here, and I think I lost the nice Pea coat I just bought, I'm so stupid. Anyway, miss you all back home. Congrats to Heather on her PR in the 5k and being healthy for a while. Hope your race went well Dad at the CIM. I hope it's not too cold in Calgary for those of you there. Sarah and I miss you all so much. All our love.
So a new week has begun. We had to spend the better part of last week at an orientation training for our "new" job which we've been at for over two months. :) It was okay though. They shipped us out to this pretty nice facility and had us mingle with other foreign teachers and listen to lectures about our job and about Korea. It was pretty fun. Met some great people. Got to talk about things like college football and basketball with some people who care about that stuff so that was nice. :P Go Ducks, eh!?
We got home on Friday and I needed to go into Seoul and I had to have a root canal Friday evening. Lame-o. It's a little uncomfortable but I survived.
Saturday was our Murder Mystery night party that Sarah wanted to host as her birthday present. It was amazing! We had 11 people there and we played the murder mystery and everybody got into it. Our friend Mark was just fabulous. We also had done some Secret Santa so we gave our gifts that night too. I got a mini soccer ball and some ref whistles! Cool, right! I got two, so dad when I come home, maybe we should do a game!
Anyway, the party was great, I can't believe December is already in full swing. It's too crazy. It's cold here, and I think I lost the nice Pea coat I just bought, I'm so stupid. Anyway, miss you all back home. Congrats to Heather on her PR in the 5k and being healthy for a while. Hope your race went well Dad at the CIM. I hope it's not too cold in Calgary for those of you there. Sarah and I miss you all so much. All our love.
Monday, November 30, 2009
My School Experience Thus Far
Hey fam and friends,
Just thought I'd write a little bit about what actually goes on during my day. At work, that is. As you may know, I work at a Middle School, Kyung An Middle School, it is a mixed boys and girls middle school. There are some wonderful things about this school, there are in fact more wonderful things than bad things I'd say. For example, the school has a small population of mentally ill students and their room is right near the teachers room where I spend most of my time, and there is an autistic child with down's that so reminds me of the Kize every day. It warms me to think of him. I'm glad I am his secret santa this year. :)
Today a funny thing happened. I have an after school class that pays pretty well, this is different from my soccer after school class which I'll save for another blog on another day. My Monday and Tuesday afterschool class is pretty fun. I've learned that trying to teach lessons is pretty difficult and most students don't want to be there and there english varies greatly from student to student. After taking advice from both Sarah and our friend Luke, I've learned that it's all about games. Even non-english speaking games. Like Rummikub. No english involved. But making the kids talk to me in english while we play has been incredible. They learn a little, but more than that, they practice the english they do know. Becoming more confident.
But anyway, the funny thing, a cultural difference. In this school, unlike back home, they checked my attendance sheet that I've been keeping, and I didn't know why at first. They did it this morning and I've been bumming on the computer after lunch when I learned why they checked. Basically one by one, the kids that have been significantly absent, were marched up to my desk by other teachers and they were forced to appologize to me in English!! It was crazy. I was a little embarrassed, I can't even imagine what they felt like. It was sweet though. I think most of the kids like me. I try to be a fun guy. All the students favorite name for me is "handsome guy" (which I'm learning is every foreign teachers nickname :), they know how to say that in english).
Anyway, my job is mostly crowd control and fun provider while simply speaking english, and try and teach a few things along the way. Sarah and I have to go to a training this weekend, (information that would have been nice two months ago!) but it should be good to get some better ideas of what my job actually is. Is it bad that I still don't really know? I do a lot of fun english games. I took sarah's idea because of her success with it and did Family Feud, I taught them to shout "good answer!" while clapping, you all would have died laughing. :) It's a neat job.
That's all for now I suppose, Happy December everybody. I hope you all enjoyed thanksgiving. I know we did. And to you non-USAians, I hope you just enjoyed last Thursday. Love you all, miss you lots, (except like Luke and Louise and anybody who is reading this who lives here, I don't miss you). Love you lots! See you later! Til next time,
N
Just thought I'd write a little bit about what actually goes on during my day. At work, that is. As you may know, I work at a Middle School, Kyung An Middle School, it is a mixed boys and girls middle school. There are some wonderful things about this school, there are in fact more wonderful things than bad things I'd say. For example, the school has a small population of mentally ill students and their room is right near the teachers room where I spend most of my time, and there is an autistic child with down's that so reminds me of the Kize every day. It warms me to think of him. I'm glad I am his secret santa this year. :)
Today a funny thing happened. I have an after school class that pays pretty well, this is different from my soccer after school class which I'll save for another blog on another day. My Monday and Tuesday afterschool class is pretty fun. I've learned that trying to teach lessons is pretty difficult and most students don't want to be there and there english varies greatly from student to student. After taking advice from both Sarah and our friend Luke, I've learned that it's all about games. Even non-english speaking games. Like Rummikub. No english involved. But making the kids talk to me in english while we play has been incredible. They learn a little, but more than that, they practice the english they do know. Becoming more confident.
But anyway, the funny thing, a cultural difference. In this school, unlike back home, they checked my attendance sheet that I've been keeping, and I didn't know why at first. They did it this morning and I've been bumming on the computer after lunch when I learned why they checked. Basically one by one, the kids that have been significantly absent, were marched up to my desk by other teachers and they were forced to appologize to me in English!! It was crazy. I was a little embarrassed, I can't even imagine what they felt like. It was sweet though. I think most of the kids like me. I try to be a fun guy. All the students favorite name for me is "handsome guy" (which I'm learning is every foreign teachers nickname :), they know how to say that in english).
Anyway, my job is mostly crowd control and fun provider while simply speaking english, and try and teach a few things along the way. Sarah and I have to go to a training this weekend, (information that would have been nice two months ago!) but it should be good to get some better ideas of what my job actually is. Is it bad that I still don't really know? I do a lot of fun english games. I took sarah's idea because of her success with it and did Family Feud, I taught them to shout "good answer!" while clapping, you all would have died laughing. :) It's a neat job.
That's all for now I suppose, Happy December everybody. I hope you all enjoyed thanksgiving. I know we did. And to you non-USAians, I hope you just enjoyed last Thursday. Love you all, miss you lots, (except like Luke and Louise and anybody who is reading this who lives here, I don't miss you). Love you lots! See you later! Til next time,
N
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Thanksgiving
Thanksgiving is truly a wonderful day. Everybody (in the States that is :P) celebrates. It is the only time you can be certain that nobody is working, and most people are home. Test are done. Breaks from work. Parades are watched. Football is played. Those things are constant, every year. This year for us, being in South Korea, I sort of expected Thanksgiving to simply come and pass. But due in large part to the strain of nostalgia on all us 'amerikins' we tried to throw something together. And it was thrown.
Through the wonder that is Facebook, we strung together a plan of who would bring what and how could we make this work. (For the record, there are no ovens in this country, if they have them, they don't share them with the foreigners.) We decided on dalk galbi (which is this chicken and cabbage and rice "dalk" in their spicy red kimchi like sauce, so good), stuffing (I know, right!), steamed veggies, mashed pototoes, yorkshire pudding (which I still have no idea what it is as I did not have one), and rotisserrie chicken!
A quick word on the rotisserrie chickens. They are sold in the back of a truck on the streets of South Korea. They are sold by some 'adashi' which is Korean for 'guy' and they're usually quite cheap. We got three for 15000\ or about $13.50. If you were to grab an urban dictionary and look up the hip term 'sketch,' you would see a picture of a foreigner like me buying a rotisserrie chicken from an adashi in the back of a truck.
Anyway, we had 11 of us over for dinner. Because seating was an issue we didn't wait until all were served, and dug into our, what turned out to be, delicious meal. After we were all served and stuffing our faces with... stuffing, we went around and shared what we were thankful for. The usual thanks were presented, family, friends, good times, good health, and there is always one that thanks for the obscure like farmville, or stuffing, or Die Hard.
With all 11 of us there eating and parades being prepared for back home and football players warming up and leaves waiting to be raked, I couldn't help but think of how utterly grateful I really am for this life. I felt during the meal last night that this was the feast that followed the famine. Not that I've been hungry but for the first time in a few years, there is hope, and togetherness, and love. Sarah and I are loved by those here and those far. And, to be sure, we love those that are here and that are far. It's such a blessing to know that even when hardships and sadness abounds that there are days when you can sit back and notice that interlaced with those bad things are a countless number of overwhelmingly good things there too.
I am thankful for the people here. I am thankful for the love shared. I am thankful for my friends stretching across the entire globe (shout out to Azerbai-Sean!) I am thankful for my family (all of them, and that spreads out a long way). Mostly I am thankful for Sarah, that we have gritted out this dramatic immigration battle is in itself a reason to always be thankful and a bit of a miracle. I love and miss you all. Happy Thanksgiving. Go Ducks.
Through the wonder that is Facebook, we strung together a plan of who would bring what and how could we make this work. (For the record, there are no ovens in this country, if they have them, they don't share them with the foreigners.) We decided on dalk galbi (which is this chicken and cabbage and rice "dalk" in their spicy red kimchi like sauce, so good), stuffing (I know, right!), steamed veggies, mashed pototoes, yorkshire pudding (which I still have no idea what it is as I did not have one), and rotisserrie chicken!
A quick word on the rotisserrie chickens. They are sold in the back of a truck on the streets of South Korea. They are sold by some 'adashi' which is Korean for 'guy' and they're usually quite cheap. We got three for 15000\ or about $13.50. If you were to grab an urban dictionary and look up the hip term 'sketch,' you would see a picture of a foreigner like me buying a rotisserrie chicken from an adashi in the back of a truck.
Anyway, we had 11 of us over for dinner. Because seating was an issue we didn't wait until all were served, and dug into our, what turned out to be, delicious meal. After we were all served and stuffing our faces with... stuffing, we went around and shared what we were thankful for. The usual thanks were presented, family, friends, good times, good health, and there is always one that thanks for the obscure like farmville, or stuffing, or Die Hard.
With all 11 of us there eating and parades being prepared for back home and football players warming up and leaves waiting to be raked, I couldn't help but think of how utterly grateful I really am for this life. I felt during the meal last night that this was the feast that followed the famine. Not that I've been hungry but for the first time in a few years, there is hope, and togetherness, and love. Sarah and I are loved by those here and those far. And, to be sure, we love those that are here and that are far. It's such a blessing to know that even when hardships and sadness abounds that there are days when you can sit back and notice that interlaced with those bad things are a countless number of overwhelmingly good things there too.
I am thankful for the people here. I am thankful for the love shared. I am thankful for my friends stretching across the entire globe (shout out to Azerbai-Sean!) I am thankful for my family (all of them, and that spreads out a long way). Mostly I am thankful for Sarah, that we have gritted out this dramatic immigration battle is in itself a reason to always be thankful and a bit of a miracle. I love and miss you all. Happy Thanksgiving. Go Ducks.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Free Concert
Hi guys, so I got a nice treat yesterday. A couple of days ago my co-teacher, Kim, offered me these tickets for Sarah and I to go and enjoy. She said they cost 100000 Won, which is just about 100 dollars, apiece by the way. I hemmed and hawed because it sounded really neat, but I figured it was too much money considering I'm trying to save money while I'm here. Anyway, I told her no because it cost too much and she laughed at the example of miscommunication because she meant that these tickets that did cost 100000 Won were mine for free!
I was so excited, but alas, Sarah had some work thing she committed too. Which is a bummer because it would have been lovely to go with her. Regardless, I offered a ticket to our friends a floor below and Louise and I went into Seoul for the show. The tickets said VIP, but who knew what that really meant. Turns out, it means front and center 8 rows from the stage. We could literally see the sweat beads on the pianists brow as she played the keys at an alarming rate.
It was mostly a string orchestra but a couple of songs had the full meal deal. It was so lovely. What an experience. They played Mendellsohn and some other pieces I'd never heard. There was this one Korean woman that played a piece on her violin with accompanyment of the strings and my mind just was carried away to a million different places. What a brilliant display, she couldn't have been much older than me either, if at all.
Anyway, really makes you think about having you hands in a lot of pots. To have such incredible skill at one particular thing is something I envy.
Cool show, I was really glad to go and listen to the wonderful sounds. Funny story too: it is a large Art Center there in Seoul, and we went through a hallway to get to the concert hall and there were quotes on the wall about music. Quotes from composers, philosophers, and poets... oh ya, and Red Auerbach! Random, eh?
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Seoraksan
Mt. Ulsanbawi.
Elevation somewhere around 5000 ft. A foothill by Oregon standards. But here is Korea it was quite large! And did I say, "Oh.... my... GAWD!"
What I mean is, I love the outdoors, and I love rock climbing, getting to the peak of some big mountain is like a drug for me. But this was not that. The view at the top, yes, it was awesome. But the getting there, that was the problem. Next time you go up a flight of stairs, count them. I bet it was less than 812. After climbing the first part of the mountain, and you're already tired, you find yourself facing 812 steps. And not, like, nice steps either. Average stair tread in USA: 9" probally. Average stair rise: about 7.5". Pretty normal. These stairs, average tread: 3", average rise: 12". Steepest most sketchy thing I've ever done. There were like these steel see through stairs bolted into the rock. Super sketch. I have never been afraid of heights but I was channeling my inner-Uncle John. (He's really afraid of heights, is all.)
Anyway, it was wild. Never experienced something so absolutely terrifying where I was pretty sure I'd reached the end of my existence. I didn't trust those stairs one iota.
The weekend was fun, however despite the scary stairs. Sarah and I with our incredible friends, Luke and Louise, travelled out to Seoraksan national park, hiked the mountain, then had roast duck for dinner in a lovely quaint mountain Korean town. The bummer deal was I got some kinda sick on the 4 hour bus ride back and lost my lunch in front of about 50 other outdoorsy foreigner teachers. How embarrassing.
Gimli was okay when we got back. He still is good. The lot of us Gwangju teachers are all talking of joining this gym we've found, which I'm quite excited about, and birthdays seem to be abounding.
Anyway, I miss you all back home and beyond, and hope to see you all again soon.
Sending to you our love, Sarah and Nate!
Elevation somewhere around 5000 ft. A foothill by Oregon standards. But here is Korea it was quite large! And did I say, "Oh.... my... GAWD!"
What I mean is, I love the outdoors, and I love rock climbing, getting to the peak of some big mountain is like a drug for me. But this was not that. The view at the top, yes, it was awesome. But the getting there, that was the problem. Next time you go up a flight of stairs, count them. I bet it was less than 812. After climbing the first part of the mountain, and you're already tired, you find yourself facing 812 steps. And not, like, nice steps either. Average stair tread in USA: 9" probally. Average stair rise: about 7.5". Pretty normal. These stairs, average tread: 3", average rise: 12". Steepest most sketchy thing I've ever done. There were like these steel see through stairs bolted into the rock. Super sketch. I have never been afraid of heights but I was channeling my inner-Uncle John. (He's really afraid of heights, is all.)
Anyway, it was wild. Never experienced something so absolutely terrifying where I was pretty sure I'd reached the end of my existence. I didn't trust those stairs one iota.
The weekend was fun, however despite the scary stairs. Sarah and I with our incredible friends, Luke and Louise, travelled out to Seoraksan national park, hiked the mountain, then had roast duck for dinner in a lovely quaint mountain Korean town. The bummer deal was I got some kinda sick on the 4 hour bus ride back and lost my lunch in front of about 50 other outdoorsy foreigner teachers. How embarrassing.
Gimli was okay when we got back. He still is good. The lot of us Gwangju teachers are all talking of joining this gym we've found, which I'm quite excited about, and birthdays seem to be abounding.
Anyway, I miss you all back home and beyond, and hope to see you all again soon.
Sending to you our love, Sarah and Nate!
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Well... it has been a long time...and we apologize! It has been a hectic little run, but things are finally settling down.
Let me tell you about it:)
We spent the first month in Korea, living on about $10.00 a day, which was both educational and challenging. We were able to manage until pay day, and were more than relieved to be able to buy the things we craved...like a lint brush, and chocolate. Honestly, that is what we wanted. Guess who wanted what :)
Not long into October, Nathaniel, to my dismay took upon himself to buy a bunny, . Ihas turned out that our little friend Gimli is a lovable and curious creature. He is mostly trained, and entertains us to no end with his skids into walls, and his affection for corners. I find myself saying "You silly rabbit," and then wonder if the guy who invented Trix had a pet bunny. Something to ponder :)
Korea is on a nationwide H1N1 alert, and everyone is geared up with there little masks. Today in class, I turned around to cough, and when i returned to teaching, like three of the students scrambled for their mask protection. It made me laugh. I guess I am infected.
I am a little infected... I have some kind of wonderful throat thing going on.. last night I arrived home at 6:30 and promptly went to bed. I couldn't bring myself to do anything bu sleep under the warmth of my blankets. My dear husband was rattling around in the kitchen, and soon called upon me for dinner. I reluctantly left my burrow, and found a beautiful meal, Christmas lights strung about, and medicine for my ailments. Glorious! A little soup, and off to bed again. Today, things were better, I can swallow again.. and well that is very helpful :)
This past weekend, Nathaniel and traveled to visit Robert (my cousin) on the East Sea. It was wonderful. Directly after work we hopped on a bus and traveled the 3 hours to the coast. We were greeted by Robert and a couple of his mates, and enjoyed an evening of catching up, and a real live homemade hamburger.. I am talking, hand packed, carefully cooked beautiful meal. It was Epic..especially because we were famished. Robert lives in a small fishing village, so the next morning we were able to walk through the fish market....holy fish. every shape size, color, alive, dead, swimming, flapping, fish everywhere market. It was really cool. I couldn't help but want trout done in the frying pan, like when I was a kid. We used to fish in the morning, cook em, and eat em all before 9...it was perfect. Alas, no fried trout for me. Instead I had kimbab (California roll) on a bus, as we traveled towards the mountains. A lovely lovely weekend.
Nate and I also received immigration news! We have been accepted, and now are on the final step. So exciting! We are unsure how things will proceed from here..but we are so thankful and so excited.
Much love from a far
xox
Let me tell you about it:)
We spent the first month in Korea, living on about $10.00 a day, which was both educational and challenging. We were able to manage until pay day, and were more than relieved to be able to buy the things we craved...like a lint brush, and chocolate. Honestly, that is what we wanted. Guess who wanted what :)
Not long into October, Nathaniel, to my dismay took upon himself to buy a bunny, . Ihas turned out that our little friend Gimli is a lovable and curious creature. He is mostly trained, and entertains us to no end with his skids into walls, and his affection for corners. I find myself saying "You silly rabbit," and then wonder if the guy who invented Trix had a pet bunny. Something to ponder :)
Korea is on a nationwide H1N1 alert, and everyone is geared up with there little masks. Today in class, I turned around to cough, and when i returned to teaching, like three of the students scrambled for their mask protection. It made me laugh. I guess I am infected.
I am a little infected... I have some kind of wonderful throat thing going on.. last night I arrived home at 6:30 and promptly went to bed. I couldn't bring myself to do anything bu sleep under the warmth of my blankets. My dear husband was rattling around in the kitchen, and soon called upon me for dinner. I reluctantly left my burrow, and found a beautiful meal, Christmas lights strung about, and medicine for my ailments. Glorious! A little soup, and off to bed again. Today, things were better, I can swallow again.. and well that is very helpful :)
This past weekend, Nathaniel and traveled to visit Robert (my cousin) on the East Sea. It was wonderful. Directly after work we hopped on a bus and traveled the 3 hours to the coast. We were greeted by Robert and a couple of his mates, and enjoyed an evening of catching up, and a real live homemade hamburger.. I am talking, hand packed, carefully cooked beautiful meal. It was Epic..especially because we were famished. Robert lives in a small fishing village, so the next morning we were able to walk through the fish market....holy fish. every shape size, color, alive, dead, swimming, flapping, fish everywhere market. It was really cool. I couldn't help but want trout done in the frying pan, like when I was a kid. We used to fish in the morning, cook em, and eat em all before 9...it was perfect. Alas, no fried trout for me. Instead I had kimbab (California roll) on a bus, as we traveled towards the mountains. A lovely lovely weekend.
Nate and I also received immigration news! We have been accepted, and now are on the final step. So exciting! We are unsure how things will proceed from here..but we are so thankful and so excited.
Much love from a far
xox
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Chuseok
Hey guys,
Today is Chuseok! Happy Thanksgiving. The first of three that we will be celebrating this year, ours, Canada's and, USA's. No turkey today, but we are having chicken! :) It's been nice, we've only really just arrived but because of Chuseok, we got some days off. Last week was a three day work week, we got Thursday and Friday off. I get Monday off, but Sarah doesn't. I may take a trip with our new friends to Seoul or something, Louise and her friend Siabon from the UK.
We had a pleasant visit from our cousin Robert. He stayed a couple of days with us and told us what some of the buildings say (he's been here for three years). Anyway, we took our long weekend and took advantage and did some hiking. We live sort of in a valley/bowl with hills all around us, some taller than others. The treks don't really get us our of the tree line but the view certainly is spectacular. Pictures will follow.
We loved having company, just saying it might be nice to have more of you come and stay!!! :) Love you all, Cheers!
Today is Chuseok! Happy Thanksgiving. The first of three that we will be celebrating this year, ours, Canada's and, USA's. No turkey today, but we are having chicken! :) It's been nice, we've only really just arrived but because of Chuseok, we got some days off. Last week was a three day work week, we got Thursday and Friday off. I get Monday off, but Sarah doesn't. I may take a trip with our new friends to Seoul or something, Louise and her friend Siabon from the UK.
We had a pleasant visit from our cousin Robert. He stayed a couple of days with us and told us what some of the buildings say (he's been here for three years). Anyway, we took our long weekend and took advantage and did some hiking. We live sort of in a valley/bowl with hills all around us, some taller than others. The treks don't really get us our of the tree line but the view certainly is spectacular. Pictures will follow.
We loved having company, just saying it might be nice to have more of you come and stay!!! :) Love you all, Cheers!
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Wait, what?
So, because I didn't think it applied to me, the other day when we went to the doctor with our co-teachers, I ate breakfast before, and it screwed up my results of my liver test. Frig. So I had to go back to the doctor today and get retested. No breakfast this time. And, by the way, I had to go alone. HA.
So, I walk to where I think it is (yikes already) and I find it with minimal issues. Thankfully. I take the elevator and it's the wrong floor. Actually it was just the wrong elevator. I walk into a couple of wrong offices before I find where I need to go. There are like 10 people waiting already (and I'm there before they even open!) but I finally get up to the counter with my makeshift health card that they gave me last time and I realize fully for the first time, how foreign I am. She takes my card, looks at it, looks at me, and then starts in on what I can only assume is a rant at how stupid and ignorant I am coming here alone and without the proper papers. Actually, I'm sure what she was saying was very kind, but damned if I know at all. She could have said, 'your head is too big and I don't like you,' but all the same I just smiled and nodded. Anyway, I get called into the doctor, and he sits me down and says, 'Liver, bad, anhyang sie deyo hamsamnida...' whatever it was all I heard was liver and bad! He choked out the words re take and I gave him my arm. They eventually took blood from me and everything should be okay, but wow, I have never really appreciated being among my own comfortable tongue. That was a crazy experience.
But no worries, I (should) be okay and hey, the Red Sox qualified for the playoffs today! So hell ya. Love!
Nathaniel
So, I walk to where I think it is (yikes already) and I find it with minimal issues. Thankfully. I take the elevator and it's the wrong floor. Actually it was just the wrong elevator. I walk into a couple of wrong offices before I find where I need to go. There are like 10 people waiting already (and I'm there before they even open!) but I finally get up to the counter with my makeshift health card that they gave me last time and I realize fully for the first time, how foreign I am. She takes my card, looks at it, looks at me, and then starts in on what I can only assume is a rant at how stupid and ignorant I am coming here alone and without the proper papers. Actually, I'm sure what she was saying was very kind, but damned if I know at all. She could have said, 'your head is too big and I don't like you,' but all the same I just smiled and nodded. Anyway, I get called into the doctor, and he sits me down and says, 'Liver, bad, anhyang sie deyo hamsamnida...' whatever it was all I heard was liver and bad! He choked out the words re take and I gave him my arm. They eventually took blood from me and everything should be okay, but wow, I have never really appreciated being among my own comfortable tongue. That was a crazy experience.
But no worries, I (should) be okay and hey, the Red Sox qualified for the playoffs today! So hell ya. Love!
Nathaniel
Sunday, September 27, 2009
비빔밥 ... My Favorite!
Life is good in Korea so far. Most things aren't really all that different. Except the language and culture and stuff. I'm learning to read Korean and I've gotten some of the basics. Mostly I'm learning how to read, hoping that after reading I a word or phase I can get a Korean to act out silent clues to get me to guess the answer on the back. I can pretty much read everything right now. For example: 융 밥 means yoong bap, but what does yoong bap mean... I haven't the slightest, maybe some kind of rice dish.
I'm still in contact with all my peeps back home on facebook and fantasy football. Perhaps with the free time I have at school you might say that I'm more in contact than I was when I lived there with all you guys.
Teaching is kind of funny. I see 21 classes (more when they decide to give me more) each week and there all different classes. I see each kid for 45 minutes each week. And somehow they're supposed to learn something from me. They spend most of their time chattering away in Korean and not listening to me. The best is when I see a boy say something to a girl and she just says something along the lines of "HEY" and then just whomps them. I've never experienced such bedlam and violence in the classroom. Supposedly if I hit them with a stick, they'll fall in line, but I'm not ready to commit quite like that yet. Maybe tomorrow.
One thing that is kinda funny is the miscommunication between us as Native speakers and our coteachers, the Korean teachers who are in charge of us. My coteacher was explaining to me that a big complaint from Native speakers (that's sarah and I) is that we are never told our responsibilities, like extra classes, until it is time to do them. I laughed when she told me that because I had heard that too. I was thankful that as of yet, that had not happened to me. But I am less worried because Kim is pretty wonderful and helpful and I'm sure she won't do that to me. Shortly after that conversation, I checked my email to see what was up in the western world when I noticed a note from Sarah. It went something like this.
Hey love, I won't be home until probably around 6. I have extra classes tonight. Love you. Bye.
So you see, my coteacher was right.
The culture is pretty funny here. Odd little things differ. I'm still trying to get a handle on all of them. Until then, anyanghaseyo! Love,
Nathaniel
I'm still in contact with all my peeps back home on facebook and fantasy football. Perhaps with the free time I have at school you might say that I'm more in contact than I was when I lived there with all you guys.
Teaching is kind of funny. I see 21 classes (more when they decide to give me more) each week and there all different classes. I see each kid for 45 minutes each week. And somehow they're supposed to learn something from me. They spend most of their time chattering away in Korean and not listening to me. The best is when I see a boy say something to a girl and she just says something along the lines of "HEY" and then just whomps them. I've never experienced such bedlam and violence in the classroom. Supposedly if I hit them with a stick, they'll fall in line, but I'm not ready to commit quite like that yet. Maybe tomorrow.
One thing that is kinda funny is the miscommunication between us as Native speakers and our coteachers, the Korean teachers who are in charge of us. My coteacher was explaining to me that a big complaint from Native speakers (that's sarah and I) is that we are never told our responsibilities, like extra classes, until it is time to do them. I laughed when she told me that because I had heard that too. I was thankful that as of yet, that had not happened to me. But I am less worried because Kim is pretty wonderful and helpful and I'm sure she won't do that to me. Shortly after that conversation, I checked my email to see what was up in the western world when I noticed a note from Sarah. It went something like this.
Hey love, I won't be home until probably around 6. I have extra classes tonight. Love you. Bye.
So you see, my coteacher was right.
The culture is pretty funny here. Odd little things differ. I'm still trying to get a handle on all of them. Until then, anyanghaseyo! Love,
Nathaniel
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Small victories
Already...so funny.
Boarding the plane in Vancouver, Nathaniel noted that this particular flight to Korea appeared to be somewhat empty. We both agreed, that however unfortunate for the environment, it would make for a spacious (as a spacious as one can get in coach for 13 hours), and perhaps enoyable flight. As we were boarding the plane, the flight attendant smiled and turnjed to me saying "Did you know that you have the pleasure of sharing a flight with 60 middle school students?" Sure enough as the words left her lips, 60 wild and excited students rounded the corner, heading for our flight. Oh boy.
The flight was entertaining...to say the least :)
We arrived in Seoul, no problems with immigration (yipee), were escorted by our recruiter to our apartment (so cute...so DIRTY), and introduced to our co-teachers. There we sat, tired, dirty, tired, overwhelmed, tired...and they (two very nice and sweet women) fulfilled their duties to inform us of our duties as teachers.
Overwhelmed.
After these lovely ladies left, Nathaniel and I were left standing in the middle of our new home, our new responsibilities, and we both couldn't help but laugh out-loud and shake our heads. We made our bed, and slept...for 12 hours.
Awaking the next day we headed out to explore out town, and meet with Nathaniel's school. They welcomed him with more than open arms! They were thrilled to bring him on board, so much so, they decided in the middle of their work day, to take us out to lunch. We were presented with a beautiful feast of traditional foods! The principle was impressed with Nathaniel's man boobs, touching his chest and saying "strong". Turns out the principle of Nate's school was a marathon runner in his day, running a record time of 2 hours... (min amount forgotten), and was thrilled that Nate came from similar roots.
The rest of our evening was spend cleaning..and cleaning .. and cleaning. I was introduced to new levels of dirt, and grease. Now so clean.. and feels like it is ours.
Nate is working, and I am not. I am home because the school has placed a 7 day quarantine on foreigners entering the country because of H1N1. Nathaniel who works for the same school board, was permitted to begin classes straight away. go figure :)
The kids and teacher alike, both LOVE Nathaniel, and I believe he is loving his new gig:)
Funny story # 2
Walking through a wal-mart type store, picking up floor mats, Nathaniel and I enjoyed a soft soothing Korean song on the over head speakers, just as the chorus kicked in, the song said this "Okay Mother Fu*k*rs" We almost died laughing.
Oh and this morning I had my first warm Korean shower! During my teaching term in 2005, I did not have warm water, as Lauren and I were baffled as to how to overcome that challenge. After some fiddling with the heater on the wall, internet research, and a number of cold showers...we figured it out!!!!:)
Bliss :)
Pictures to follow
Boarding the plane in Vancouver, Nathaniel noted that this particular flight to Korea appeared to be somewhat empty. We both agreed, that however unfortunate for the environment, it would make for a spacious (as a spacious as one can get in coach for 13 hours), and perhaps enoyable flight. As we were boarding the plane, the flight attendant smiled and turnjed to me saying "Did you know that you have the pleasure of sharing a flight with 60 middle school students?" Sure enough as the words left her lips, 60 wild and excited students rounded the corner, heading for our flight. Oh boy.
The flight was entertaining...to say the least :)
We arrived in Seoul, no problems with immigration (yipee), were escorted by our recruiter to our apartment (so cute...so DIRTY), and introduced to our co-teachers. There we sat, tired, dirty, tired, overwhelmed, tired...and they (two very nice and sweet women) fulfilled their duties to inform us of our duties as teachers.
Overwhelmed.
After these lovely ladies left, Nathaniel and I were left standing in the middle of our new home, our new responsibilities, and we both couldn't help but laugh out-loud and shake our heads. We made our bed, and slept...for 12 hours.
Awaking the next day we headed out to explore out town, and meet with Nathaniel's school. They welcomed him with more than open arms! They were thrilled to bring him on board, so much so, they decided in the middle of their work day, to take us out to lunch. We were presented with a beautiful feast of traditional foods! The principle was impressed with Nathaniel's man boobs, touching his chest and saying "strong". Turns out the principle of Nate's school was a marathon runner in his day, running a record time of 2 hours... (min amount forgotten), and was thrilled that Nate came from similar roots.
The rest of our evening was spend cleaning..and cleaning .. and cleaning. I was introduced to new levels of dirt, and grease. Now so clean.. and feels like it is ours.
Nate is working, and I am not. I am home because the school has placed a 7 day quarantine on foreigners entering the country because of H1N1. Nathaniel who works for the same school board, was permitted to begin classes straight away. go figure :)
The kids and teacher alike, both LOVE Nathaniel, and I believe he is loving his new gig:)
Funny story # 2
Walking through a wal-mart type store, picking up floor mats, Nathaniel and I enjoyed a soft soothing Korean song on the over head speakers, just as the chorus kicked in, the song said this "Okay Mother Fu*k*rs" We almost died laughing.
Oh and this morning I had my first warm Korean shower! During my teaching term in 2005, I did not have warm water, as Lauren and I were baffled as to how to overcome that challenge. After some fiddling with the heater on the wall, internet research, and a number of cold showers...we figured it out!!!!:)
Bliss :)
Pictures to follow
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
farewelltonovascotia
Well... how about that?
A whole month minus commitment to the blog..
;)
I have missed this playful semi weekly ritual, but has filled that time with a long awaited re-uniting with my prodigal husband. Love. Lovely.
this time was more wonderful than I could have imagined.
Perfect.
I am presently sitting in the Halifax airport, drinking in the last of that coveted east coast air. I have said so-long to my beautiful family, but not before introducing my 11 year old brother to the glass elevator in the foyer of the airport. Until this afternoon I had not witnessed this child running, but boy, after that glass ride into the sky, MacIssac was sure he had found thheeee most incredible toy in the world.
MacIsaac is a 4 foot, bright eyed, non verbal, very aware little boy with downs syndrome. MacIsaac is quite possibly the funniest kid I have ever had the privileged to encounter, and tonight was no exception.
My mother, sisters and I entered the elevator, and encouraged MacIsaac to push the buttons, as he is rather fond of buttons. However, this particular evening, and I believe somewhat due to the large steel door closing behind him, he ignored our suggestion to play. Macheala pressed the 3rd floor button, and we began our ride, simultaneously MacIsaac, very much like a large monkey grabbed on to Breagh's hips, shoulders and neck and climbed her lean body like a tree.
Once we were able to pry MacIssac from Breagh's neck and the large steel door opened, I am positive MacIssac believed he had discovered another world. He walked bravely into the large observation deck, viewing the small vehicles on the run way, and planes coming out of the sky... he was impressed, excited.. but wait...not with the tar mac... with a burst of noise and excitement he jumped and ran towards the elevator...
Brave - elated- overwhelmed and excited, MacIsaac's brilliant smile filled that airport, as he rode that elevator to the ground.
We said our goodbyes. Kissed and hugs...a strict ban on tears, and then a little tap to my leg. MacIsaac looking up, perhaps wanting a hug, kiss or a goodbye himself...
Nope. He wanted a ride on the elevator :)
Perfect comic relief :)
A whole month minus commitment to the blog..
;)
I have missed this playful semi weekly ritual, but has filled that time with a long awaited re-uniting with my prodigal husband. Love. Lovely.
this time was more wonderful than I could have imagined.
Perfect.
I am presently sitting in the Halifax airport, drinking in the last of that coveted east coast air. I have said so-long to my beautiful family, but not before introducing my 11 year old brother to the glass elevator in the foyer of the airport. Until this afternoon I had not witnessed this child running, but boy, after that glass ride into the sky, MacIssac was sure he had found thheeee most incredible toy in the world.
MacIsaac is a 4 foot, bright eyed, non verbal, very aware little boy with downs syndrome. MacIsaac is quite possibly the funniest kid I have ever had the privileged to encounter, and tonight was no exception.
My mother, sisters and I entered the elevator, and encouraged MacIsaac to push the buttons, as he is rather fond of buttons. However, this particular evening, and I believe somewhat due to the large steel door closing behind him, he ignored our suggestion to play. Macheala pressed the 3rd floor button, and we began our ride, simultaneously MacIsaac, very much like a large monkey grabbed on to Breagh's hips, shoulders and neck and climbed her lean body like a tree.
Once we were able to pry MacIssac from Breagh's neck and the large steel door opened, I am positive MacIssac believed he had discovered another world. He walked bravely into the large observation deck, viewing the small vehicles on the run way, and planes coming out of the sky... he was impressed, excited.. but wait...not with the tar mac... with a burst of noise and excitement he jumped and ran towards the elevator...
Brave - elated- overwhelmed and excited, MacIsaac's brilliant smile filled that airport, as he rode that elevator to the ground.
We said our goodbyes. Kissed and hugs...a strict ban on tears, and then a little tap to my leg. MacIsaac looking up, perhaps wanting a hug, kiss or a goodbye himself...
Nope. He wanted a ride on the elevator :)
Perfect comic relief :)
Thursday, August 27, 2009
HELP
The USCIS has informed us that we have not provided enough evidence of hardship over the past two years, and they have asked that we provide that evidence.
We need family and friends who know us and our situation to write letters (again) testifying to the hardships we have endured and how it has negatively affected Nathaniel (US citizen), or me...thus affecting Nathaniel (us citizen).
If you feel you can honestly write such a letter on our behalf, we would be eternally thankful!
If you can write such a letter, please contact Nathaniel or myself and we will guide you thought the process. We thank-you for your love and efforts
love love love
We need family and friends who know us and our situation to write letters (again) testifying to the hardships we have endured and how it has negatively affected Nathaniel (US citizen), or me...thus affecting Nathaniel (us citizen).
If you feel you can honestly write such a letter on our behalf, we would be eternally thankful!
If you can write such a letter, please contact Nathaniel or myself and we will guide you thought the process. We thank-you for your love and efforts
love love love
UPDATE
If you are planning to write a letter for us... please contact me via email and I will email you the forms and procedures for writing such letter!
sarbear_20@hotmail.com
spinney1313@aol.com
Again thank you for your support and love
sarbear_20@hotmail.com
spinney1313@aol.com
Again thank you for your support and love
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Sad but funny story:
As taken from the website "Sons of Maxwell" East Coast musicians:
United Breaks Guitars
Submitted by dave on Tue, 07/07/2009 - 01:21.
"United Airlines Song Background (short version)
In the spring of 2008, Sons of Maxwell were traveling to Nebraska for a one-week tour and my Taylor guitar was witnessed being thrown by United Airlines baggage handlers in Chicago. I discovered later that the $3500 guitar was severely damaged. They didn’t deny the experience occurred but for nine months the various people I communicated with put the responsibility for dealing with the damage on everyone other than themselves and finally said they would do nothing to compensate me for my loss. So I promised the last person to finally say “no” to compensation (Ms. Irlweg) that I would write and produce three songs about my experience with United Airlines and make videos for each to be viewed online by anyone in the world. United: Song 1 is the first of those songs. United: Song 2 has been written and video production is underway. United: Song 3 is coming. I promise."
The videos are just too good:
Enjoy!
Oh so clever :)
As taken from the website "Sons of Maxwell" East Coast musicians:
United Breaks Guitars
Submitted by dave on Tue, 07/07/2009 - 01:21.
"United Airlines Song Background (short version)
In the spring of 2008, Sons of Maxwell were traveling to Nebraska for a one-week tour and my Taylor guitar was witnessed being thrown by United Airlines baggage handlers in Chicago. I discovered later that the $3500 guitar was severely damaged. They didn’t deny the experience occurred but for nine months the various people I communicated with put the responsibility for dealing with the damage on everyone other than themselves and finally said they would do nothing to compensate me for my loss. So I promised the last person to finally say “no” to compensation (Ms. Irlweg) that I would write and produce three songs about my experience with United Airlines and make videos for each to be viewed online by anyone in the world. United: Song 1 is the first of those songs. United: Song 2 has been written and video production is underway. United: Song 3 is coming. I promise."
The videos are just too good:
Enjoy!
Oh so clever :)
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Every good blog starts with a cup of tea. Soothing, familiar, and inspiring. :)
Thanks for the loving prayers and positive energy poured in our direction since the last post. I had a wonderful conversation with our lawyer, where we ironed out the finite details of what it will entail to travel abroad.
At some point I will have to return for my interview, receive my I-551, enter the country, travel to Eugene, Oregon, apply for an I-131 and hang out there (potentially 2 weeks), until I receive a receipt for such process. From that point, I should be able to handle any/all processing from our international address.
*exhale*
I am so interested to see what God's timing in all of this means, and perhaps I'll never fully understand, seeing "it all" come together would be wondrous!
I was watching television with my sisters yesterday, a yoga program flashed pass my eyes as we searched for entertainment. My stomach flipped with excitement, and it surprised me. I sat there and tried to figure out why I was excited, and then it occurred to me.. in my mind and in my experiences: yoga= Korea.
I was taken to a playful memory:
I was encouraged with non-verbal smiles and nudges as I walked down the long corridor towards a cleared classroom. My semi-English speaking co-teacher was more than excited to be escorting myself to the teachers after class yoga sessions. I entered a room laden with purple mats, middle aged and might I add flexible women, and chatter of excitement that I would be joining their secret society.
I was affirmed with thumbs up gestures, directions towards my very own mat, and the repetitive and resounding "good teacher Sarah, good teacher Sarah." I felt welcomed...and nervous. I sat quietly as we waited for the instructor to arrive, and I hoped, maybe....a long shot, this instructor was English speaking...? I listened to the friendly conversation around me, and imagined that, under the blanket of this language barrier, they were probably discussing their families, men, students, dinner, and hopefully not the awkward white girl.
Instructor arrives, I sit up straight on my mat, waiting for my first set of instructions, in my very first yoga class, and.......no such luck on the English front....I would be playing a game of yoga Simon says, mime style.
Over the next hour, I strained both eyes and limbs to follow this woman's lead, stretching out my stiff North American limbs, wobbling, shaking, holding my pose. My sweet company, would smile as I rigidly stretched my neck to see, how in the heck to place my hands, and just when I thought I had conquered... the instructor gingerly approaches my form placing my limbs into a shape which was more than alien to me. The class laughs...I fall. It was as graceful as a game of drunken twister.
Ah, yoga...so peaceful, relaxing :) My peers would leave the room smiling refreshed smiles, and I, I would walk out of the room red, sweating, ruffled, but having survived, yet another yoga challenge.
I am excited! I have allowed myself to get excited about Korea! I am allowing myself to get excited about Korea and living with Nate! How fun!
I am excited for yoga classes with Nate...who better to confront such a gong show display of athletics, than my entertainingly positive and adventurous husband?
Fact: In the year 2009 Nathaniel and I have spent 16 days together.
Fact: In our four years of being together, we have spent, when counted a total of one year physically together
Fact: This all ends next Tuesday :)
I intend to savor every moment of the next 80 years. My tea tag tonight read: "The purpose of life is to enjoy every moment." Well we sure can try!
We love you. Thank-you for everything. We have gotten to this point because of all of the support, prayers, love and generosity...from you.. our community.
There are no words to express our thanks. We hope to love you all with our lives.
:)
PS
Karmyn and Ben: Please visit us!
PPS That invitation is extended to all you loved ones... we would LOVE to share this new beginning with all of you.
Monday, August 3, 2009
If we leave it could be trouble.... if we stay it could be double
Please pray...for clarity of direction....
:(
Tonight we received a phone call from our immigration lawyer which complicated our newest plan.
Originally, we had decided that once the paperwork arrived, I (Sarah) would return to Montreal, process paperwork, cross a border (hurrahh!), and return to Korea to complete our contract. At that time, my green card would be delivered to a US address (any takers?), and then mailed to our international address.
Our immigration lawyer, informed me this evening that it would be better to wait for the card to be returned, before leaving the country, because if there is the slightest discrepancy between my green card and my passport...no entry for me. Turns out, they make mistakes on these types of documents all the time (comforting).
It typically takes 2-3 weeks for the green card to be processed and returned to the applicant... now OF COURSE...the permanent resident card (green card) machinery is being replaced at this time, pushing the time limit from 2-3 weeks to 2-3 months. Are you surprised? :)
How does this all translate?
Well if Nathaniel and I go to Korea, and receive notice of an interview upon arriving, we will have essentially thrown over $5000 away. It will cost about $2500 for Nate and I to fly one way to Korea, which is reimbursed to us upon arrival..however, if we leave before 6 months, we are responsible to return those funds to our employer. IF we stay the length of our contract (1 year), our employer will pay for our flight home, but if we skip out before that time, we are responsible for that expense as well. Which equals = roughly $5000
If Nathaniel and I go and receive notice 3-6 months into the contract, it will have been worth it financially.
If we stay, and hear nothing for months and months and don't go.... oh the frustration!!!
What it comes down to, is a logistic and financial issue. Money and suitcases have always been our struggle through all of this...so it's not like we couldn't handle this one too....we are just hoping the prayer of our communities can help us see clearly what we should do!
:(
Tonight we received a phone call from our immigration lawyer which complicated our newest plan.
Originally, we had decided that once the paperwork arrived, I (Sarah) would return to Montreal, process paperwork, cross a border (hurrahh!), and return to Korea to complete our contract. At that time, my green card would be delivered to a US address (any takers?), and then mailed to our international address.
Our immigration lawyer, informed me this evening that it would be better to wait for the card to be returned, before leaving the country, because if there is the slightest discrepancy between my green card and my passport...no entry for me. Turns out, they make mistakes on these types of documents all the time (comforting).
It typically takes 2-3 weeks for the green card to be processed and returned to the applicant... now OF COURSE...the permanent resident card (green card) machinery is being replaced at this time, pushing the time limit from 2-3 weeks to 2-3 months. Are you surprised? :)
How does this all translate?
Well if Nathaniel and I go to Korea, and receive notice of an interview upon arriving, we will have essentially thrown over $5000 away. It will cost about $2500 for Nate and I to fly one way to Korea, which is reimbursed to us upon arrival..however, if we leave before 6 months, we are responsible to return those funds to our employer. IF we stay the length of our contract (1 year), our employer will pay for our flight home, but if we skip out before that time, we are responsible for that expense as well. Which equals = roughly $5000
If Nathaniel and I go and receive notice 3-6 months into the contract, it will have been worth it financially.
If we stay, and hear nothing for months and months and don't go.... oh the frustration!!!
What it comes down to, is a logistic and financial issue. Money and suitcases have always been our struggle through all of this...so it's not like we couldn't handle this one too....we are just hoping the prayer of our communities can help us see clearly what we should do!
Thursday, July 30, 2009
sarah-nade
The east coast of Canada has always been tapping it's foot, to the rhythm of the weather and waves, from bagpipes to white rappers we have it all. As of late, there are a couple of artist which blow me so completely away...I have to share (I have to share with Nate...before he thinks these guys were his idea...like with flogging molly and Sean Murphy...right Nate?)
enjoy!
Rose Cousins:
With Joel Plaskett, opened for Paul McCartney while in Halifax this past July :)
This cover show cases a small portion of the talent:
Meaghan Smith:
Show cased on CBC radio's Vinyl Cafe last winter... blew me away
Classified:
First introduced to his music in university with "The Martimes," which if you haven't heard you should.
Just have to listen to how this guy does it.... so impressive
Hey Rosetta!
Long time friend's band Tomcat Combat:
I could really go on forever.... when it comes to (East Coast) Canadian music....
Jenn Grant, Jill Barber, Matt Anderson, Tom fun band,
Google these people ...if you don't recognize them... I promise you will not be disappointed!
enjoy!
Rose Cousins:
With Joel Plaskett, opened for Paul McCartney while in Halifax this past July :)
This cover show cases a small portion of the talent:
Meaghan Smith:
Show cased on CBC radio's Vinyl Cafe last winter... blew me away
Classified:
First introduced to his music in university with "The Martimes," which if you haven't heard you should.
Just have to listen to how this guy does it.... so impressive
Hey Rosetta!
Long time friend's band Tomcat Combat:
I could really go on forever.... when it comes to (East Coast) Canadian music....
Jenn Grant, Jill Barber, Matt Anderson, Tom fun band,
Google these people ...if you don't recognize them... I promise you will not be disappointed!
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Summer :)
So, as previously mentioned, my father replaced the engine in his ride on lawn mower, to make mowing his property more time efficient. This engine replacement, also makes being present while he is mowing rather hazardous...
There is an audio delay...but I think you can get the picture :)
Lacy and Stew... your wild flower party favors are celebrating your marriage with beautiful colors, and delicate blooms :)
I love summer :)
There is an audio delay...but I think you can get the picture :)
Lacy and Stew... your wild flower party favors are celebrating your marriage with beautiful colors, and delicate blooms :)
I love summer :)
Monday, July 27, 2009
Grace for the moment
...little confusion in the last entry as to when Nathaniel and myself shall be leaving this continent for another...
Nate is planning on arriving in Nova Scotia Aug 18th ish (which is roughly three weeks from now). Since I am not permitted to enter the United States in any way, shape or form, I will be arranging a flight departing from Canadian soil. Outside of the pesky detail, of breaking immigration laws, both Nathaniel and myself are not interested in the prospect of 13 hours of flying on separate planes (I mean traveling solo on one's honeymoon is crappy enough).
We are hoping to enjoy Nova Scotia and the surrounding area until about September 1st (two years married!!!), at which time we will jump on a plane to Calgary, spend a couple of days with loved ones there, and ship ourselves off to the "land of the morning calm."
(poster found here :) )
In other news...
I've been pondering the topic of grace.... giving, receiving, understanding....
Is grace an acquired taste? Is it a natural ability which seeps out of a person with time, and refinement? Does it get easier? Is it easy for any body? Would it be grace if it were easy?
What is the difference between grace and mercy? Is that an important difference?
Looking at the spiritual virtues of Faith, Hope and Love... I feel confident that I have an understanding of these, which can be made manifest in my daily living, if I am intentional. These are topics which are familiar virtues which were taught to me, outside of the Christian community.
-I had faith my dad would not let go of my bike, when I was testing out my new two wheeler (although he did let go).
-I had hope that I be allowed to stay up late and watch Blossom.
And love! Well love was all around me, in my family, in music, in movies and stories and well there was Valentine's day. Love was an easy concept to grasp, but grace, I struggle with grace.
When I was small, and Stewart and I would be looking for eggs on Easter morning, my mother told me is a small voice, "leave some for your brother to find." Well, that seemed entirely unfair as I had eyed them first, but to please my mother, and my brother I would leave those discovered treats for his small hands to find...what seemed like hours later. That wasn't called grace, that was called "he's younger, be nice," or "share,"...but not grace.
Honestly, I don't think I really heard the word used in a sentence until I was about fifteen, and I was returned home in the back seat of a cop car for under age drinking. My displeased, but retrospectively, very composed mother quickly informed me I had broken her trust. I was not given punishment, but rather a "grace period." From that point forward I associated grace with learning. In my head, grace was the undeserved punishment free space, where I could learn about my mistakes, and do better next time. To be fair, I haven't been delivered to my home or any other home by cop car since ;)
Grace? Turns out I could receive it.
As a new teenage Christian, the hot word in my life was "forgive." I was forgiven, I should forgive. I was thankful for forgiveness, and was excited to sincerely forgive- but offer grace..No one asked for grace.
Until now.
From what I can understand, grace is receiving something good one does not deserve, and mercy is not receiving punishment for which one deserves.
I can use these two words in a sentence to show I understand them:
The United States Border Patrol did not offer grace nor mercy to the Rutherford-Spinney case in September of 2007.
:)
I love grace and mercy, in fact, I would call myself a pro-grace and pro-mercy kind of gal... but believing something and acting on that belief are two entirely different things.
Why can't I offer grace?
Okay... so do we needs the spiritual virtues to offer grace? Do we need love and hope and faith to offer grace? I think so.
If someone is not able to offer grace, is it because one of those virtues are missing? I think I'll have to have coffee with my creator over this one...an expert on these matters.
How sweet the sound...to receive grace. I would bet it's equally amazing to give it.
Nate is planning on arriving in Nova Scotia Aug 18th ish (which is roughly three weeks from now). Since I am not permitted to enter the United States in any way, shape or form, I will be arranging a flight departing from Canadian soil. Outside of the pesky detail, of breaking immigration laws, both Nathaniel and myself are not interested in the prospect of 13 hours of flying on separate planes (I mean traveling solo on one's honeymoon is crappy enough).
We are hoping to enjoy Nova Scotia and the surrounding area until about September 1st (two years married!!!), at which time we will jump on a plane to Calgary, spend a couple of days with loved ones there, and ship ourselves off to the "land of the morning calm."
(poster found here :) )
In other news...
I've been pondering the topic of grace.... giving, receiving, understanding....
Is grace an acquired taste? Is it a natural ability which seeps out of a person with time, and refinement? Does it get easier? Is it easy for any body? Would it be grace if it were easy?
What is the difference between grace and mercy? Is that an important difference?
Looking at the spiritual virtues of Faith, Hope and Love... I feel confident that I have an understanding of these, which can be made manifest in my daily living, if I am intentional. These are topics which are familiar virtues which were taught to me, outside of the Christian community.
-I had faith my dad would not let go of my bike, when I was testing out my new two wheeler (although he did let go).
-I had hope that I be allowed to stay up late and watch Blossom.
And love! Well love was all around me, in my family, in music, in movies and stories and well there was Valentine's day. Love was an easy concept to grasp, but grace, I struggle with grace.
When I was small, and Stewart and I would be looking for eggs on Easter morning, my mother told me is a small voice, "leave some for your brother to find." Well, that seemed entirely unfair as I had eyed them first, but to please my mother, and my brother I would leave those discovered treats for his small hands to find...what seemed like hours later. That wasn't called grace, that was called "he's younger, be nice," or "share,"...but not grace.
Honestly, I don't think I really heard the word used in a sentence until I was about fifteen, and I was returned home in the back seat of a cop car for under age drinking. My displeased, but retrospectively, very composed mother quickly informed me I had broken her trust. I was not given punishment, but rather a "grace period." From that point forward I associated grace with learning. In my head, grace was the undeserved punishment free space, where I could learn about my mistakes, and do better next time. To be fair, I haven't been delivered to my home or any other home by cop car since ;)
Grace? Turns out I could receive it.
As a new teenage Christian, the hot word in my life was "forgive." I was forgiven, I should forgive. I was thankful for forgiveness, and was excited to sincerely forgive- but offer grace..No one asked for grace.
Until now.
From what I can understand, grace is receiving something good one does not deserve, and mercy is not receiving punishment for which one deserves.
I can use these two words in a sentence to show I understand them:
The United States Border Patrol did not offer grace nor mercy to the Rutherford-Spinney case in September of 2007.
:)
I love grace and mercy, in fact, I would call myself a pro-grace and pro-mercy kind of gal... but believing something and acting on that belief are two entirely different things.
Why can't I offer grace?
Okay... so do we needs the spiritual virtues to offer grace? Do we need love and hope and faith to offer grace? I think so.
If someone is not able to offer grace, is it because one of those virtues are missing? I think I'll have to have coffee with my creator over this one...an expert on these matters.
How sweet the sound...to receive grace. I would bet it's equally amazing to give it.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Gwangju
With some prayer, patience and the determination to not spend our next anniversary apart, we have decided to accept a one year contract in Gwangju, South Korea, beginning September 14th of this year.
This all comes with mixed emotions. To me, it sort of feels like I am back at square one....like someone has pressed repeat, or there is a scratch in my record :)
Wasn't I just returning from wonderful South Korea, to be with my Nathaniel?
Oh the wondrous things God has for us, and the invaluable lessons learned. Knowing that, a small part of me looks at the road which leads me back to Korea and asks: why? I guess I will have to spend the next year figuring that one out.
There was always a sense of urgency and panic attached to my adventures... well more specially attached to the plans associated with my adventures. Before now, I definitely was defined by my ability to perform, and not the content of my character, and I am very much interested to see how my Mary Vs. Martha translates into this experience. I think I will be forced to laugh, as I am being placed in an all boys middle school ;) This should be good.
Nathaniel and I have been offered a shared 2 bedroom apartment in the City of Gwanju, a metropolis of Seoul (welcoming all visitors!!!). We both will be working in Middle Schools as English teachers, however, I am sure Nathaniel will find someway to be involved in soccer. The city itself is not one I have visited, but sounds really wonderful. I was really fortunate with my last placement, to have a large and beautiful mountain directly behind my house, and it appears this time around, we will be able the fruits of the Korean mountain ranges, with city conveniences of city life (AKA coffee shops...holla!)
The most exciting part about all of this is:
Our journey of separation is over :) and Gwangju has a tomato festival? (high pitched question) This is going to be hilarious! The blogs can only get more interesting from here on in...right :)
As for our education? Nathaniel wrote his LSAT exam and was satisfied with his score, enough so to apply for law school for the 2010 fall school year, and the hope is that I will be able to return to the US and my studies at that time. We do plan to return to Los Angeles, when this all blows over. Perhaps my first border crossing onto US soil will be in Hawaii? That would make a scary situation a little less painful eh?
If you are planning on getting married or having babies could you do so, in Hawaii? It would be much more convenient for us :)
Here is where we are... 23 days until we are reunited. Not reunited for a week, or a month... but for always :) Exhale....
:)
Plus
Equals
Let's see how that math holds up when we decide to have children :)
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Update
Here is some "new" information:
Dear M. Spinney:
On 07/16/2009 you, or the designated representative shown below, contacted us
about your case.
The status of this service request is:
Your case is currently under review. You should receive a decision or notice of
other action within 60 days of the date of this letter.
If you have any further questions, please call the National Customer Service
Center at 1-800-375-5283.
Dear M. Spinney:
On 07/16/2009 you, or the designated representative shown below, contacted us
about your case.
The status of this service request is:
Your case is currently under review. You should receive a decision or notice of
other action within 60 days of the date of this letter.
If you have any further questions, please call the National Customer Service
Center at 1-800-375-5283.
94.1 East Fm
In grade eight I was escorted to the grade nine prom, by a close friend, who dreamed of being a professional wrestler. His mom drove myself, himself, Andrew Isenor and Andrew's date to dinner at Mexacali Rosa's, where he presented me with my lolly pop corsage. Ryan wrestles in a provincial wrestling circuit here in Nova Scotia, and apparently has his own radio show.... as I was driving with Mader on the way home from my mothers tonight. A wrestling radio host... of course! I love it :)
Here is a selection from his program I quite enjoyed from a mister Joel Plaskett: Through & Through& Through
Here is a selection from his program I quite enjoyed from a mister Joel Plaskett: Through & Through& Through
Monday, July 20, 2009
Come Home
This blog is dedicated to all you roaming Nova Scotians (you know who you are), in spirit and in driver's license, to return to your motherland and enjoy a sunset with those who love you.
This blog may or may not be a tool in the game of persuasion, subtly playing on those venerable feelings of jealousy, that twinge, when you see the bliss filled days which can be had in this beautiful province.
Warning: The following may cause spontaneous packing...
Here are the top ten reasons why everyone I love should live here:
10. We have pirates err.... tall ships
Lots of them:
9. Our Pirates are friendly
8. Our traditions are timeless :)
7. There are no rabbits eating our sunflowers....instead there are children eating sea creatures
6. We'll feed you....candy
5. We are both a relaxed and creative people
4. Beautiful...
3.We smile...without ceasing
2. The sky always looks like this:
And the number why reason why everyone should move home......
All of our beverages... are packaged like this:
This blog may or may not be a tool in the game of persuasion, subtly playing on those venerable feelings of jealousy, that twinge, when you see the bliss filled days which can be had in this beautiful province.
Warning: The following may cause spontaneous packing...
Here are the top ten reasons why everyone I love should live here:
10. We have pirates err.... tall ships
Lots of them:
9. Our Pirates are friendly
8. Our traditions are timeless :)
7. There are no rabbits eating our sunflowers....instead there are children eating sea creatures
6. We'll feed you....candy
5. We are both a relaxed and creative people
4. Beautiful...
3.We smile...without ceasing
2. The sky always looks like this:
And the number why reason why everyone should move home......
All of our beverages... are packaged like this:
Saturday, July 11, 2009
A friend of mine lost his wife today to cancer.
...those left behind...the unspeakable grief, my friend and his three small children. How words fail in those moments and perhaps the only thing which could express such a deep sorrow, would be falling to ones knees and ripping ones tunic, face to the sky screaming. How do we mourn and comfort, when words fail?
My mind ran between my friend, his family, their children, and then all I could think...the only thing I could make of it, was that she now was with God. Beautiful, sure and resting...the image made me weep.
I have encountered death, young death at that. I have questioned God on these matters. When Trevor died, it was sudden, media filled, tragic and so much more than that. To this day, I question his final thoughts, and placed my hope in the hands of God, that Trevor would find love and rest beyond life. I can't be certain.
I did not, do not know this woman who died, but I know of her courage, integrity and the legacy she has left. She, without a doubt, this very morning passed over into the hands of God. How glorious, what peace, to know where she rests.
I called a dear friend of mine, who has herself lost a number of family members to cancer, and we talked about the courage it must take to work through this battle. We talked about what it means to be a warrior, and what it means to understand one's condition without giving up. This woman, who passed on this very day, knew her condition, and we all prayed for a miracle. This woman chose a path of treatment which would allow her to be with her family, and walk alongside her three small children. This young woman was not healed, but as Erin and I discussed today, prayers were answered, because in her hurting condition, God gave her the wisdom, courage and emotional strength to love her husband and their children, while her body checked out. Her life was the miracle.
...those left behind...the unspeakable grief, my friend and his three small children. How words fail in those moments and perhaps the only thing which could express such a deep sorrow, would be falling to ones knees and ripping ones tunic, face to the sky screaming. How do we mourn and comfort, when words fail?
My mind ran between my friend, his family, their children, and then all I could think...the only thing I could make of it, was that she now was with God. Beautiful, sure and resting...the image made me weep.
I have encountered death, young death at that. I have questioned God on these matters. When Trevor died, it was sudden, media filled, tragic and so much more than that. To this day, I question his final thoughts, and placed my hope in the hands of God, that Trevor would find love and rest beyond life. I can't be certain.
I did not, do not know this woman who died, but I know of her courage, integrity and the legacy she has left. She, without a doubt, this very morning passed over into the hands of God. How glorious, what peace, to know where she rests.
I called a dear friend of mine, who has herself lost a number of family members to cancer, and we talked about the courage it must take to work through this battle. We talked about what it means to be a warrior, and what it means to understand one's condition without giving up. This woman, who passed on this very day, knew her condition, and we all prayed for a miracle. This woman chose a path of treatment which would allow her to be with her family, and walk alongside her three small children. This young woman was not healed, but as Erin and I discussed today, prayers were answered, because in her hurting condition, God gave her the wisdom, courage and emotional strength to love her husband and their children, while her body checked out. Her life was the miracle.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
un booked... de-faced?
I quit facebook.
I was thinking about the time I was pouring into technology, and the time I was pouring into people in the real, and the time I was giving to God, and the math was all wrong.
Now I do get a small "out" on this front, as key players in my life, can only be contacted via technology, that is if I would like to avoid jail time and other fun pass time activities. However, still too much facebook- and I am now "disconnected."
Odd feeling really. I mean, I don't exactly consider my self technologically dependent, well I didn't. I am not the girl who needs electricity, flat irons, or TMZ updates (but I know what a TMZ update is...). In fact, to the aggravation of those in my life, I do not carry a cell phone, honestly I do not care to....but facebook, I was a frequent user. Since the departure from facebook, my dependency has become obvious... find myself picking up my computer to do my rounds... you know what I am talking about. The email, facebook, blog, perhaps bank, sport scores, news rounds. The internet laps we run, the laps which do not improve cardiovascular health and tend to absorb hours of time. Well, I do my rounds, and without thinking, have typed in facebook, the way you punch in your best friends phone number when ordering pizza.
Anyways... today was facebookless day 2, and instead of sitting on facebook I went on a glorious walk which lead me into a large field. I stood in the middle of this field and turned a complete circle, taking in the big Alberta sky from every angle. Bright blue with fluffy cloud, ominous black with streams of rain spilling on to the horizon...and then in the middle of it all a seven colored rainbow arching into the sky. Me and the rainbow in the field. I counted the colors. I looked away, and back again. I tried to find a path which would lead me towards the rainbow, so I could keep on admiring it's magic. A jaw dropping experience.
One of my favorite authors expresses this feeling of wonder so perfectly:
"They say that every snowflake is different. If that were true, how could the world go on? How could we ever get up off our knees? How could we ever recover from the wonder of it?"
Can you imagine if I missed the rainbow?
Facebook 0 God 1
I was thinking about the time I was pouring into technology, and the time I was pouring into people in the real, and the time I was giving to God, and the math was all wrong.
Now I do get a small "out" on this front, as key players in my life, can only be contacted via technology, that is if I would like to avoid jail time and other fun pass time activities. However, still too much facebook- and I am now "disconnected."
Odd feeling really. I mean, I don't exactly consider my self technologically dependent, well I didn't. I am not the girl who needs electricity, flat irons, or TMZ updates (but I know what a TMZ update is...). In fact, to the aggravation of those in my life, I do not carry a cell phone, honestly I do not care to....but facebook, I was a frequent user. Since the departure from facebook, my dependency has become obvious... find myself picking up my computer to do my rounds... you know what I am talking about. The email, facebook, blog, perhaps bank, sport scores, news rounds. The internet laps we run, the laps which do not improve cardiovascular health and tend to absorb hours of time. Well, I do my rounds, and without thinking, have typed in facebook, the way you punch in your best friends phone number when ordering pizza.
Anyways... today was facebookless day 2, and instead of sitting on facebook I went on a glorious walk which lead me into a large field. I stood in the middle of this field and turned a complete circle, taking in the big Alberta sky from every angle. Bright blue with fluffy cloud, ominous black with streams of rain spilling on to the horizon...and then in the middle of it all a seven colored rainbow arching into the sky. Me and the rainbow in the field. I counted the colors. I looked away, and back again. I tried to find a path which would lead me towards the rainbow, so I could keep on admiring it's magic. A jaw dropping experience.
One of my favorite authors expresses this feeling of wonder so perfectly:
"They say that every snowflake is different. If that were true, how could the world go on? How could we ever get up off our knees? How could we ever recover from the wonder of it?"
Can you imagine if I missed the rainbow?
Facebook 0 God 1
Monday, July 6, 2009
I want to move into this store: Anthropologie
And sit and enjoy the beautiful colors and designs that surround me. This may be as close as I will ever get to owning any of these items, as if you peruse this site, these items are priced....
When I first moved to Pasadena I stumbled upon this store. I was sure that I had not seen a more beautiful collection of colors designs and ideas. I bought one small bowl, wrapped it in paper and carried it home to my 300 sq foot apartment. Sitting on my air mattress I deliberated as to where I shall place my treasure (a funny thing because I only had two potential surfaces for displaying my new accessory, two surfaces that is, besides the floor). It was lovely, and delicate and blue, on this day it was much more than a pretty bowl. I sat in my small room and I poured my domestic dreams into this little blue bowl, quietly hoping that one day my home would hold many loved ones, and perhaps beautiful bowl for each of them.
It stormed today. Calgary and all it's cowboy dress up took shelter as the rain and hail threw itself onto street ways, sidewalks and my baby sunflowers. I sat inside with my tea (I love rainy days with tea!) and soaked in the smells of green leaves and grape seed. I hoped my sunflowers were having an equally enlightening experience, although I was pretty sure that hail was not their friend. Tough little sunflowers :)
As I was removing the tea bag, I noticed the tag, which read "Travel light, live light, spread light, be the light."
I could not have said it better myself. Well, maybe ... reflect light.
I will be in Calgary 2 months this week. I am going to head NS way for a while, collect papers, kiss my family, be still and dream a little. I think I'll move into a tent in my dad's yard, and enjoy the smells of summer, via a tent window. Home?
It's important to travel light, on so many levels. I would still like to have a couple more bowls, and a shelf to out them on :)
And sit and enjoy the beautiful colors and designs that surround me. This may be as close as I will ever get to owning any of these items, as if you peruse this site, these items are priced....
When I first moved to Pasadena I stumbled upon this store. I was sure that I had not seen a more beautiful collection of colors designs and ideas. I bought one small bowl, wrapped it in paper and carried it home to my 300 sq foot apartment. Sitting on my air mattress I deliberated as to where I shall place my treasure (a funny thing because I only had two potential surfaces for displaying my new accessory, two surfaces that is, besides the floor). It was lovely, and delicate and blue, on this day it was much more than a pretty bowl. I sat in my small room and I poured my domestic dreams into this little blue bowl, quietly hoping that one day my home would hold many loved ones, and perhaps beautiful bowl for each of them.
It stormed today. Calgary and all it's cowboy dress up took shelter as the rain and hail threw itself onto street ways, sidewalks and my baby sunflowers. I sat inside with my tea (I love rainy days with tea!) and soaked in the smells of green leaves and grape seed. I hoped my sunflowers were having an equally enlightening experience, although I was pretty sure that hail was not their friend. Tough little sunflowers :)
As I was removing the tea bag, I noticed the tag, which read "Travel light, live light, spread light, be the light."
I could not have said it better myself. Well, maybe ... reflect light.
I will be in Calgary 2 months this week. I am going to head NS way for a while, collect papers, kiss my family, be still and dream a little. I think I'll move into a tent in my dad's yard, and enjoy the smells of summer, via a tent window. Home?
It's important to travel light, on so many levels. I would still like to have a couple more bowls, and a shelf to out them on :)
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Summer 2005 I signed a contract which would place me in South Korea, for twelve months. The only thing I knew about Asia at that time, was that it was the birthplace of Chinese food. I had also come to the conclusion that Asia was a place filled with industrious/adventurous people, as there was a Chinese food restaurant in the small and excluded town of Dryden, Ontario. Actually that's not entirely fair, my understanding of Asia also extended itself to gruesome images of war, compliments of Hollywood.
I was nervous, excited, but mostly nervous. I had known of others who had trundled off on similar adventures and had returned home in one entire healthy piece. This was going to be OK. Right..? Of course.
About three days before I was scheduled to ship off, the history channel aired an exclusive documentary on the activities of North Korea. Well crap..that was intimidating. Good thing the war is over, nope...turned out.. not over...(who taught me history???). If that were not enough to spook my already frightened self, CNN started spouting off information on the nuclear activity arising North of my new home. I may be needing that Missile defense program...
Being quietly concerned, not sharing this fear openly with anyone, I contacted my recruiting agency and sheepishly asked about the going-ons of North and South Korea. He assured me that all was well in the world. As it turns out, media can be misleading (who knew?) and local newspapers tend to be most accurate. Local news paper reports a festival celebrating Kimchi... :)
After being in the country for about three months, I received a frantic phone call from my mother, where she strongly encouraged me to catch the next boat home. Strange. She had heard that there was crazy stuff going down on the Korea peninsula, and well it was all over the news! I look out my window, sun is shining, and there was a pleasant breeze rustling the leaves and sounds of children playing on the playground. Horrid environment really. My reality, was not her perception of my reality.
I know the picture she had in her head, the one where the city streets are lined with swat teams, as smoke fills the air, and people not speaking your tongue scream out into the masses searching for lost loved ones, fearing that, that body may be the person they are seeking. Terrifying. Global. Televised. Real. Always Accurate?
Perhaps not. (Sadly...the horrors in our world tend to go un televised, un reported ...Rwanda, Uganda, Sudan and the Congo :( )
I bet you, as a reporter, it is challenging to do your job accurately. Elaborating makes all the best stories, and we are a fear living, loving group us North American types. Fear sells? Well I don't know about that, but what I do know is that in all my mother's stories, my siblings and I are the cutest, smartest and most lovable in the bunch. Bias. Love.
It's hard to tell a story..well that's not true. It's hard to recount an event accurately and unbiasedly. It is difficult to report. Honestly, that is why I spent 4 of the last 6 months hiding out, while living at home. How does one report?
It's that very thing that impresses/depresses me about the Christian faith and it's survival. It's story has been told, and told and retold. It's been transcribed, translated, and translated again. It has rolled off the tongues of those who personally know God, and those wish they did...and it keeps on going.
Shocking. Impressive. Timeless. Not surprising. Life giving and life taking.
It's the life taking part I have always wrestled with. How can something which is rooted in love, be manipulated into something ugly.... how does that happen? Things added to make the message more comfortable. Things taken away, twisted, manipulated to support anti-love activities. Accurate story telling is difficult...especially when the story can never truly be accurate. I've made love look bad. CNN makes Korea look bad. Thank goodness for grace, and that God is bigger than the story.
I finished reading an awesome book tonight. The author said something, which I have decided needs to be written on post-its all over my house (ha! what house?), well over my car...and burnt into my heart. A great standard for story telling, and rule of thumb for understanding God's face.
"If the gospel isn't good news for everybody, then it isn't good news for anybody."
:)
s
I was nervous, excited, but mostly nervous. I had known of others who had trundled off on similar adventures and had returned home in one entire healthy piece. This was going to be OK. Right..? Of course.
About three days before I was scheduled to ship off, the history channel aired an exclusive documentary on the activities of North Korea. Well crap..that was intimidating. Good thing the war is over, nope...turned out.. not over...(who taught me history???). If that were not enough to spook my already frightened self, CNN started spouting off information on the nuclear activity arising North of my new home. I may be needing that Missile defense program...
Being quietly concerned, not sharing this fear openly with anyone, I contacted my recruiting agency and sheepishly asked about the going-ons of North and South Korea. He assured me that all was well in the world. As it turns out, media can be misleading (who knew?) and local newspapers tend to be most accurate. Local news paper reports a festival celebrating Kimchi... :)
After being in the country for about three months, I received a frantic phone call from my mother, where she strongly encouraged me to catch the next boat home. Strange. She had heard that there was crazy stuff going down on the Korea peninsula, and well it was all over the news! I look out my window, sun is shining, and there was a pleasant breeze rustling the leaves and sounds of children playing on the playground. Horrid environment really. My reality, was not her perception of my reality.
I know the picture she had in her head, the one where the city streets are lined with swat teams, as smoke fills the air, and people not speaking your tongue scream out into the masses searching for lost loved ones, fearing that, that body may be the person they are seeking. Terrifying. Global. Televised. Real. Always Accurate?
Perhaps not. (Sadly...the horrors in our world tend to go un televised, un reported ...Rwanda, Uganda, Sudan and the Congo :( )
I bet you, as a reporter, it is challenging to do your job accurately. Elaborating makes all the best stories, and we are a fear living, loving group us North American types. Fear sells? Well I don't know about that, but what I do know is that in all my mother's stories, my siblings and I are the cutest, smartest and most lovable in the bunch. Bias. Love.
It's hard to tell a story..well that's not true. It's hard to recount an event accurately and unbiasedly. It is difficult to report. Honestly, that is why I spent 4 of the last 6 months hiding out, while living at home. How does one report?
It's that very thing that impresses/depresses me about the Christian faith and it's survival. It's story has been told, and told and retold. It's been transcribed, translated, and translated again. It has rolled off the tongues of those who personally know God, and those wish they did...and it keeps on going.
Shocking. Impressive. Timeless. Not surprising. Life giving and life taking.
It's the life taking part I have always wrestled with. How can something which is rooted in love, be manipulated into something ugly.... how does that happen? Things added to make the message more comfortable. Things taken away, twisted, manipulated to support anti-love activities. Accurate story telling is difficult...especially when the story can never truly be accurate. I've made love look bad. CNN makes Korea look bad. Thank goodness for grace, and that God is bigger than the story.
I finished reading an awesome book tonight. The author said something, which I have decided needs to be written on post-its all over my house (ha! what house?), well over my car...and burnt into my heart. A great standard for story telling, and rule of thumb for understanding God's face.
"If the gospel isn't good news for everybody, then it isn't good news for anybody."
:)
s
Saturday, June 27, 2009
"You are here"
I really like to drive. Anytime, and any weather. I love the feeling of going, the stories which can be shared, the silence which can be found, the sights which can be absorbed, the roads not traveled and the potential places they go. I have spent many a night with friends and family exploring roads, mountains and villages....via well traveled or rustic routes. I challenge you to show me a road in Colchester- Hants East which I have not explored. I had my first car accident on a back road...ironically named back road. This winter, I would purposely go out in the middle of storms, just to face the challenge of the snow filled roads and the ice that had formed underneath. With knuckles white, back straight, eyes wide open, head out into the the white unknown. The first time I did this, mid way through my adventure I began to second guess my nighttime trek into the storm, but continued maneuvering through the blizzard conditions. Turning back at that point would be more detrimental than the other option of pushing forward. (hmm.. perhaps a life application?)
The things you learn, as you drive. When I was a new driver, my instructor intentionally took myself and his other two students out into a field of ice, and allowed each of us to try our hand at winter driving. Spinning, twisting, slipping, smoke forming madness would ensue. Then a patient Mister T would reclaim the wheel, and as if magic, drive off the ice. Slow and steady.
One particular night, this past January, I began my eight o'clock trek to from Stewiacke to Milford, a trek which should have taken 15 minutes, found me at my mother's door step an hour later. I was exhilarated, she was pissed. Fair enough.
I trudged through snowbanks, drifts, and stumbled into the warm house, looking for the comfort of tea and conversation, dogs and children. My dear mother asked me to stay, and I couldn't consider it, because there was another hour of fun winter time driving to be had.
With knuckles white, back straight, eyes wide open, I headed back into the night, and to the darkness of my father's hill. The hill... right. The whole drive home, I was planning my approach, after all it had probably snowed another 10 cm since our (the hill and my)last encounter. I increased my speed as friction would allow, continually adding gas, avoiding my breaks, watching the turn while being fully aware of the ditches...and what it would mean if I ended up in one. No time for ditches, the whur of my tires spinning, and the lack of visibility meant I was going down the hill again, before reaching my goal. Reverse, body out hanging the door, snow splattering my face, the stink of burning rubber. Once more..same technique, but more gas, and more wheel wiggling (what serious drivers do :)),and maybe a little more the the left.. and I was in the door yard. It was victorious!!! I wanted a crowd to see the feat I had conquered, I wanted someone to cheer with me, look what I had cleared? Look how far I had come! Look at the way I handled the car, and the situation. I actually did cheer out loud to myself, and was unable to wipe the silly grin off my face... for hours:)
I would be much more content with my present journey if I knew where I was, on the road. Am I at the bottom of the hill? Have I just left Stewiacke? Am I in the dooryard? Is my regular 15 min drive, actually an 1 hour...or 2 years? I need a "you are here," arrow. I can handle set-backs and victories, starting over and pushing forward. I would just like to know where I am on the map.
I've added a new item on my list of things to do before I die. I want to drive a high performance car..(not in the winter) on a new road.
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