tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22427083421242540182024-03-12T18:55:33.858-07:00Life... DiscombobulatedKatiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05358308641341359739noreply@blogger.comBlogger122125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242708342124254018.post-14642504913800744582014-01-21T15:07:00.000-08:002014-01-21T15:07:17.068-08:00I've Moved!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05358308641341359739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242708342124254018.post-45301661030700973832013-06-29T16:40:00.005-07:002013-06-29T16:40:46.105-07:00Summer Reading<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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How are you? Things are going well over in my neck of the woods. I took some much needed (and well-deserved, if I do say so myself) time off once the semester was over. I watched a bunch of the TV shows I've been wanting to either try out or catch up on. Highly, highly recommended are: <i>Sherlock</i> (the BBC series), <i>Arrested Development</i> (seriously, I'm not sure how I hadn't been on the bandwagon before... I'm on it now), <i>House of Cards</i> (on Netflix), and <i>Veep</i> (on HBO). I, of course, also love me some <i>Game of Thrones</i>, <i>New Girl, The Mindy Project</i>, and several others, but I do a pretty good job of keeping up on those during the season. Because I, apparently, love TV. Don't judge. <br />
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I've also been reading a whole lot over the last several months and have more books than I'll possibly be able to read this summer on my "To Read" list, so I thought I'd share! Keep in mind that I really love historical fiction (especially war<br />
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<i><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/13547429-miss-dreamsville-and-the-collier-county-women-s-literary-society" target="_blank">Miss Dreamsville and the Collier County Women's Literary Society</a> </i>by Amy Hill Hearth<br />
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This was a fun, really fast read. It is set in Naples, Florida in the 1960's - back before it was transformed from a rural area near the Everglades into the vacation haven it is today (trust me!). My enjoyment might have been increased by the fact that I was in Sanibel and only 1 county north of Naples when I read it, but I so enjoyed the way Hearth weaved so many different lives together, dealing with racial, gender, and sexuality issues. It is funny and heartfelt.<br />
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<i><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/9999107-the-american-heiress" target="_blank">The American Heiress</a></i> by Daisy Goodwin<br />
OMG. I CAN. NOT. WAIT. for Goodwin to come out with her next book!!! If you like Downton Abbey (at least the first couple of seasons...), or really anything set at the turn of the 20th Century, you will LOVE this book!!! It's thick, but I loved it so very much that I read through it a heck of a lot quicker than I expected to, but never wanted to end.<br />
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<i><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/13485500-hemingway-s-girl?origin=related_works" target="_blank">Hemingway's Girl</a> </i>by Erika Robuck<br />
Once again, this was a beach read for me way back in January. I really enjoy reading books that speak to my current mood or things that are relevant to my life at the time. The setting for this book is Key West, Florida and I was in Florida at the time I read it. I loved that aspect of it. Even more, though, I loved the story. Did you read <i>The Paris Wife</i>? If you liked that, if you like Hemingway, or if you are a fan of vibrant historical fiction, I think you'll like this one. Robuck's description of a cafe meeting between Hemingway and Mariella, the book's heroine, where Mariella eats a piece of key lime pie had me <i>dying</i> for some and you best believe I took care of that craving at dinner that night...<br />
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<i><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/12547098-the-baker-s-daughter" target="_blank">The Baker's Daughter</a> </i>by Sarah McCoy<br />
Serious WWII historical fiction! Ok... I have a real thing with 1) wartime historical fiction, 2) stories in which the main character discovers something from her family's past, and 3) stories that are set both in present day and the past, transitioning seamlessly from one to the other. This is ALL of those things. A woman in El Paso, TX is forever changed after interviewing Elsie Schmidt in her German bakery. Elsie was a German living in Germany during WWI who saved a young Jewish boy from the Nazis. I love this book because it tells a story that we don't often hear: that of the struggles of German nationals who were also severely impacted by the horror of the Nazi regime. I also love that this is a story of challenge, discovery, families, and love.<br />
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<i><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/49465.Those_Who_Save_Us" target="_blank">Those Who Save Us</a> </i>by Jenna Blum<br />
Ok... I could <i>almost</i> copy and paste the description of <i>The Baker's Daughter</i> down here. haha I'm a weirdo. I love stories like this so much that it bothered me NONE that they were so similar. Again, this is the story of a young German woman just trying to survive WWII and keep her daughter safe and alive. Fifty years later, her daughter starts to discover the truth about her mother's story and about the sacrifices her mother made to save their lives. This one will REALLY make you question your notions of what is right and what is wrong. <br />
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<i><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/11331421-the-art-of-hearing-heartbeats" target="_blank">The Art of Hearing Heartbeats</a> </i>by Jan-Philipp Sendker<br />
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<br />This is another piece of historical fiction and <i>yet another</i> story about a child's discovery of a parent's past and true self. However, the setting is a rural village in Burma. This is an absolutely beautiful story of love and acceptance between a boy with no sight and a girl who could not walk. I liked the setting for this story because it reminds me some of Bangladesh. There are rickshaws, crowded markets, and beautiful open fields. It wasn't my very favorite read so far this year, but it was definitely enjoyable.<br />
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<i><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/11447921-beautiful-ruins" target="_blank">Beautiful Ruins</a> </i>by Jess Walter<br />
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<b>My Summer Reading List:</b><br />
I currently have about a bazzillion unread books in my bookcases. I should really start utilizing the library more often, but I have a real problem. I LOOOOOOOVE owning the books. I like to hold them, I like to look at the covers, and I like to be able to loan them to fellow book lovers. My mom is the same way. We often borrow books from each other ... though hers somehow manage to find permanent spots on my shelves while mine always make their way back to me. Oops. So not fair! haha Ok. So, in an effort to clear out the "To Read" pile (if only so that I can justify buying crap loads of new books this fall), here's my list for the summer (in the order they're currently stacked/piled on my shelves)!<br />
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<i><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/12331596-blue-asylum" target="_blank">Blue Asylum</a> </i>by Kathy Hepinstall<br />
<i><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/9429531-the-dry-grass-of-august?ac=1" target="_blank">The Dry Grass of August</a> </i>by Anna Jean Mayhew<br />
<i><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/16182601-bread-wine" target="_blank">bread & wine</a> </i>by Shauna Niequist<br />
<i><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/15797951-still-points-north" target="_blank">still points north</a> </i> by Leigh Newman<br />
<i><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/13158800-the-light-between-oceans?ac=1" target="_blank">The Light Between Oceans</a> </i>by M.L. Stedman<br />
<i><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/15797356-the-paradise-guest-house" target="_blank">The Paradise Guest House</a> </i>by Ellen Sussman<br />
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Ok!!! Your turn! What's on your To Read list??? Come on, I'm dying to know. I mean... I really need suggestions for my Fall Reading List...<br />
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Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05358308641341359739noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242708342124254018.post-53630115321832832682013-05-08T11:30:00.002-07:002013-05-08T11:32:09.298-07:00Catching Up<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Well, that was an unexpected several month hiatus... Oops. Anyway, before I resume regular posting, here's what has been going on in my life since January:<br />
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1. I have a new niece!!!!! Grace Michelle was born on April 18th. She's getting cuter by the day!<br />
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As is this little guy. And my obsession with my nephew is still going strong. He's totally got an attitude and I love it. "No, T. No see me. Go 'way." It's precious. </div>
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2. I adopted a dog in January. Meet Walter:</div>
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He's sweet and chubby and adorable. He has one white paw. It is my kryptonite. He is also a little naughty and we have an appointment at doggie obedience school tomorrow. Nellie is still skeptical... But they're growing on each other.</div>
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3. I studied for 2 and a half months, spent 8 hours a day for 4 days in a little office at school taking my written comprehensive exams (with no notes at all), then orally defended my answers 3 weeks later. These exams are required by my PhD program in order to move past my coursework and move onto my dissertation. I also did all of this while teaching my first college class ever, playing on 2 volleyball teams, and training for a half marathon. I am crazy. It was a stressful and intense process, but I PASSED!!!! Then, I celebrated. Hard core.</div>
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4. Last weekend, I ran my 6th half marathon. Never before have I been so mentally or physically unprepared for a race. But, it was the best race experience of my life. The miles flew by and I loved (almost) every minute of it. I have some theories as to how this happened. Maybe I'll share them one of these days. :)</div>
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So, things have been a little busier than usual. But, they're starting to calm down a bit, so I'm planning to spend a little more time on here. I miss writing to you all. I don't know how many of you actually enjoy reading the crap I write, but I enjoy doing it. Sooo... I'm going to do it more. haha</div>
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Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05358308641341359739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242708342124254018.post-46921018182089622822013-01-06T12:49:00.002-08:002013-01-06T12:49:41.982-08:00Vulnerability<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Isn't it funny how a word or a quote or an idea will strike you and, once it does, you see and hear it everywhere? I don't know why it happens. Is it because there's something you're looking for? Or is someone (God, the universe, Buddha, your mom) trying to tell you something? Sometimes when it happens, it's a little disconcerting and sometimes it's just cool. Anyway, this has happened to me. </div>
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I'll spare you most of the long, drawn-out, gory details but, in short, the idea of <i>vulnerability</i> has been presented to me again and again over the last several months in one form or another. To this let me just say: YUCK. </div>
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"Katie, you have to open up and let people get to know the <i>real</i> you."</div>
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"Katie, you need to put yourself out there. Make new friends. Go on dates."</div>
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"Katie, you need to tell people how you feel. And not just the people who you already trust, but also the people you want to build relationships with."</div>
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Like I said... Yuck. I mean, I'm tough. I'm strong. I hold it together when others are falling apart. I don't like to feel sad (no one does - duh). I don't like to feel uncomfortable. I don't like to show weakness or vulnerability. I don't like to cry in front of most people (with a few exceptions - fun fact: I have an ex-boyfriend who refers to me as "The Crier"). I like to make jokes, avoid the crap out of uncomfortable situations, and use logic to keep myself from getting too emotional in most circumstances. I don't even like to type the word <i>vulnerability</i> - it sounds so ... "let's form a hug circle and talk about our feelings" (i.e. NOT ME).</div>
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But, like I said, this idea of being vulnerable and needing to let people get close to me in order to create true intimacy has been tugging at my leg for a while. Then, a month or so ago, I came across a story on NPR's "On Being." The hostess was interviewing <a href="http://www.brenebrown.com/">Brene Brown</a>, a PhD in social work who researches shame and vulnerability. I immediately fell for her message. She was funny, she was real, and she's a Type A professor who, herself, has avoided vulnerability for years (we'd probably be BFFs if we ever met). </div>
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In a nutshell, here's what she says: In order to live life with our whole hearts, in order to live a life in which, no matter how much we screw up, our own sense of worthiness is not up for negotiation, in order to be a good leader, a good parent, a good partner, a good friend or family member, etc., etc. we have to open up and put ourselves out there and let others do the same. We have to do things even though we are scared and even though we might fail. We have to love even if we might not be loved back. We have to feel pain and let those we love feel pain, too. Dr. Brown has also found, through 15 years of teaching Masters and PhD students and years of research, that people who have overcome tough times in life end up being the most hopeful. </div>
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Now... I'm mildly obsessed. I have listened to the NPR <a href="http://www.onbeing.org/program/brene-brown-on-vulnerability/4928">interview</a> about a million times, watched both of her <a href="http://www.brenebrown.com/videos/">TED talks</a>, read a bunch of her articles, and am a few chapters into her latest book. I've bought into this idea and I'm trying to learn what it takes to be a little more courageous, to stop avoiding the pain and discomfort, and to open myself up to others.</div>
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A few years ago, the yoga studio I go to in Lincoln hosted a little New Year's intention-setting gathering. We spent some time on our own, but guided by the teachers, thinking about the past year and about what we'd like to manifest in the coming year. We wrote down a whole bunch of intentions (i.e. "I want to get closer to my family." "I want to pay off my credit card debt." "I want to be more patient with my coworkers.") and picked the one that stuck out to us most as our intention for the year ahead. I loved this exercise, so when my mom and I found out they were offering another gathering at the end of 2012, we jumped at the opportunity (and drug my sister along with us). As we sat down in the studio on Sunday evening, lights low, candles lit all around, warm and comfortable, I started thinking about my 2012 and 2013 and started preparing for some quiet time with myself (surrounded by 40 other people, but still). Ummmm... I couldn't have been more mistaken about what was to come. Before we started, we were asked to think about an animal we most identified with, write the name of the animal on a name tag, and put the name tag on.</div>
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My first thought? "Seriously? They're going to make me think creatively tonight? Um, cat? Dog? I don't know what fucking animal I am."</div>
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My next thought (after choosing <i>giraffe</i>)? "<i>Please</i> don't make me explain to everyone why I chose giraffe."</div>
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1) I do not know what sound a giraffe makes (I tried to channel my 2 year-old nephew and failed miserably). 2) I do NOT WANT TO DO THIS. 3) It makes me uncomfortable even telling you that I did this. Let's not even mention how uncomfortable I was actually DOING it.</div>
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Um, the night was not over. We wrote about the things that happened in our lives in 2012 and shared them with the neighbor on our right (thank goodness my neighbor was my sister). Then, we wrote about the things we want to happen in 2013 and shared them with our neighbors on the left (this time a complete stranger).</div>
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We had to pick a partner and sit cross-legged across from that partner. My mom and sister chose each other leaving me high and dry (a choice they have been paying for ever since), so I partnered with someone else. Luckily, this someone else was one of the studio owners and someone I've known for a while. But, we're sitting across from each other, and the other owner and leader of the workshop tells us to look into each other's eyes. </div>
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If I could have smacked myself in the forehead and had a "Doh" moment right then, I absolutely would have. I mean, here I am, reading and listening to this researcher talk about being vulnerable and letting others around you be vulnerable, and then I'm put smack in the middle of a situation in which I have almost no choice but to be vulnerable. I have to stare in someone else's eyes, for god's sake. For like 5 minutes. And I was SOOOOO uncomfortable. I even fished my glasses out of my purse and put them on, just to have a protective barrier between me and everyone else in the room (yes, I realize they can all see through the glasses...).</div>
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My point? I'm still all in. I'm forging ahead. But, holy shit, this vulnerability stuff isn't easy. It's uncomfortable. It can be really stinking scary. Because I know I can - and probably will - get hurt. I think it'll be worth it, though. At least I hope so. </div>
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Happy New Year, friends, from my family to yours. May 2013 be a fan-freakin-tastic year, full of fun, laughter, love, courage, and a little rest.</div>
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p.s. You really, really MUST watch or listen to Brene Brown's stuff. I'm dead serious. Maybe you won't be as into it as I am, but there's some good stuff in there and my blog post just can't do her work justice.</div>
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Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05358308641341359739noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242708342124254018.post-3717570172926003912012-12-16T14:08:00.004-08:002012-12-16T14:08:56.361-08:00A Lesson in Self-Compassion<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AiCs6vPsPxQ/UM5EYFMnPvI/AAAAAAAABBE/Fa0OSxO5jPw/s1600/stats.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AiCs6vPsPxQ/UM5EYFMnPvI/AAAAAAAABBE/Fa0OSxO5jPw/s320/stats.jpg" width="320" /></a>I remember sitting with my friend Roslyn over drinks one Tuesday night in early September saying, "How am I ever going to get through this semester?" So, the two of us sat for a while, strategizing ways for me to finish the very last of my PhD coursework and make it out with my sanity (and hopefully happiness) in tact. Well... I've done it. Thank goodness. It wasn't easy, but frankly, I think I learned some of the best lessons of graduate school during this last semester. Lessons that people have been trying to teach me for years. For instance, sometimes, life gets in the way of perfection. I wanted to make it through graduate school with a 4.0 GPA, probably in part to prove something to myself, in part to prove something to all who doubted me along the way, and in large part because my true nature as a perfectionist was shining through. I wanted that 4.0 so badly that at one point, I actually talked a professor into bumping an A- up to an A. Yes, I really did that. This semester, though, it just wasn't in the cards. I was in a difficult statistics course and not in the right mindset to really give that class my all. At some point, I knew that a grade less than A was nearly inevitable. So, I began to come to terms with it. <br />
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When I was living in Lincoln and training for half marathons with the YMCA Marathon Class, the great and all-powerful Ann Ringlein must have said at least a dozen times that when goal setting, you should take into account all of the other things (besides training) that are going on in your life. She told us repeatedly that sometimes life gets stressful and those times might not be the best for trying to run a new distance or a personal best time. I always <i>listened</i> to her... But I don't think I actually <i>heard</i>. As a result, last spring I turned in a terribly disappointing half marathon performance. I wanted to quit/die half way through and ran my second slowest time ever. Ummmm... Well, yeah. Probably a training season in which I lost a loved one, got injured and missed almost a month of long runs, turned in my first grant proposal, had a full course load, and experienced a couple of other emotional personal losses was maybe NOT the best time to expect a stellar running performance out of myself... Geez, Katie. <br />
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In any case, I think this semester I finally got it. Sometimes, life gets in the way and you have to ease up on yourself. You can't expect perfection from yourself in one arena of life when you're struggling with so many others (and let me just say - for the record - that while I <i>expect</i> perfection from myself, I absolutely know that I, myself, am far, far, far from perfect). An A- or a B, while they will wreck my 4.0, are not the end of the world. They do not mean that I'm not a good graduate student, they do not prove the nay-sayers right, and they will not keep me from getting the job I want or being successful in the future. But my backing off of myself a little and being ok with the A- or the B (whichever it turns out to be) will help me be happier, less stressed, and more content now.<br />
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Interestingly, I have happened across a couple of articles on self-compassion over the last couple of days. People are afraid to show themselves compassion because they fear it will lead to laziness, lack of discipline. Some research has shown that self-compassion actually leads in the opposite direction of disaster, though. Maybe in the past I was afraid that if I accepted the fact that I wasn't capable of going after what I wanted 100% that I wouldn't go after it at all? Or that I would stop wanting it? Or that I'd stop being motivated to do <i>anything at all</i>??? I'm not entirely sure. I was very uncomfortable when I found out that I would be ending my semester, and thus my graduate career, with a less than perfect GPA. My friend Meghan has also been telling me for years that a B here or there wouldn't matter at all. I believed her. Completely. I just didn't want to have to find out. But, I tell you what... When the wheels not only go flat on the bus of life, but start to fall off and roll in different directions, there isn't a damn thing you can do about it. You can be upset and stressed out and frustrated that things didn't turn out the way you wish they had. Or, you can show yourself a little compassion, try your best to accept what is, and move on. I know myself, so I know that I will forever struggle with this. I also know that when I look at my transcript and see the A- or B, it will be a little painful. But, I'll know that I did the best I could in the moment and that sometimes, that's really all I need to ask of myself.<br />
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Here's to the end of graduate classes! Only comprehensive exams, a year of research, and a dissertation to go... This is the "easy" part, right? </div>
Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05358308641341359739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242708342124254018.post-86210152795482232102012-10-21T12:48:00.000-07:002012-10-21T12:48:50.500-07:00A Heroic Life<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Hey everyone. A lot has happened since last I posted. Not the least of which was the notice last week that I received the first grant I applied for!!! Wenner Gren, an anthropology funding organization, decided to fund my dissertation research project, which means that I'll be heading back to Bangladesh for a year or so next summer. I'm so excited for the big adventure, so relieved that I don't have to continue submitting grant applications, and feel sooooo stinkin' lucky that I got funded so quickly. So, in celebration, I want to post something I wrote a couple of years ago and never published (though I can't remember why)...<br />
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For some reason, I was looking back through old blog posts and stumbled upon this one. After reading it again wanted to share it with you now. I should note up front that while there are a few mentions of religion (<i>gasp!</i>) and politics (<i>double gasp!</i>), this is neither a religious nor a political post. You should also know that while I certainly do not consider myself a religious person, I do consider myself a person who is always looking for inspiration, and this most certainly <i>is</i> about that...<br />
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<i>Two years ago...</i><br />
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A couple of Sundays ago, before heading back to Missouri, I went to a church service with my mom in which the topic of the sermon unexpectedly hit me like a ton of bricks. The pastor (I guess he's called "pastor" - as a severely lapsed Catholic, "priest" is about the only title in my repertoire) said that although we can't all be heroes in the way the woman was who pulled the ammunition away from the Tucson shooter (<i>in the incident where Congresswoman Giffords was shot)</i>, we can all strive to lead <i>heroic lives.</i> We can treat people with kindness and love. We can stand up for those who can't stand up for themselves. And we can make a difference in people's lives in our careers, in our communities, and in our homes. Amen.<br />
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I was raised to believe that the right thing to do is <i>always</i> to help others in need, to defend the defenseless, and to view others as equal, regardless of race, religious affiliation, nationality, or sexuality. I believe in these principles and try to live by them. <br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Disclaimer: It should be known that as a child and adolescent, I was hopelessly selfish and awkward when it came to helping people outside of our family and, frankly, I just plain didn't understand it. In fact, I remember one Christmas Eve after mass, as my mom, my sister and I were headed out of church, with a plethora of traditions and festivities awaiting us at home, when my mom made us stop in one of the pews where an old woman sat, crying. My mom sat with the woman for what seemed like forever to me. When she stood up, I was ready to get on with things, but she announced that instead, we would be giving the woman a ride back to her nursing home. She told me later the woman had lost her husband that year and didn't have any family around for the holiday.</span><br />
As an adult, of course, this story is both heartwarming and heartbreaking and gives me a sense of admiration for my mom that is deeper than I knew I could have. My sister shares this ability to be completely and absolutely compassionate for others. If she sees someone in need, she seems to instinctually know what to do and how to help. <br />
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But my point of telling you all of this is to say that while my mom and my sister seem to share this amazing ability in such a way that their heroism is so incredibly evident to me, I'm not sure that I am a member of this club. I hope that in my adult life I have stepped outside of my comfort zone once or twice, but I think my propensity for heroism lies in my ability to educate as well as in my (often exhausting) desire to fight for people who can't fight for themselves.<br />
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... which, as I sat in church two Sundays ago, led me to question the inherent heroism in my chosen future career. <br />
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From where I sit, graduate school is seemingly one of the most selfish endeavors a person could undertake. It is insanely time-consuming, complicates relationships with friends, family, and significant others, and seems to benefit no one but the student. What one chooses to do with the education, on the other hand, can be selfless. I have one friend who (you know who you are) has her PhD and devotes her professional life to counseling others and teaching students how to better counsel others. I once had a professor at Hastings College who believed in me when I didn't believe in myself and helped me find the courage to apply to graduate schools (I hope he's reading this). I have an ex-roommate who is using her Master's degree to help high school kids stay healthy and play the sports that they love. These people are undoubtedly heroic. And it <i>most certainly</i> doesn't require a degree or even a career to live a heroic life. I could write volumes about the heroism I witness in the people around me.<br />
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So, what about my own chosen career? Is there a path to heroism in there for <i>me</i>?<br />
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Tonight, in his State of the Union address, President Obama recounted a story of a woman in her 50's who went back to school to become a mechanical engineer (or something like that) because she wanted to show her daughters that if they work hard enough, anything is possible. They could become whatever they wanted. And so they would understand just exactly what hard work is. This seems heroic to me. And it is a message that I hope to pass on to my own children someday. I also want to teach my kids that following a dream is a worthwhile and necessary part of life. Perhaps, this is the heroism that graduate school has to offer.<br />
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This concept of heroism - in the way that it allows one to make a difference in the lives of others - is one that I value and that is at the very core of who I am and who I want to become. Now seems like a critical point in my life at which I can either choose to continue meandering down the path I've started on, or to reflect upon the career path I've chosen and determine whether or not it is consistent with one of the beliefs I hold so strongly.<br />
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I'm so happy to say that I believe I have answered these concerns for myself. My trip to Bangladesh last year showed me that the work I do will absolutely have the potential to positively affect people's lives. In the two short months I was there, I learned that my research might allow the hundreds of people I work with to be offered access to free hospitals and clinics. I also know that being a teacher, whether it's at the university level or the kindergarten level, is a great thing. My professors and advisors have made an enormous difference in my life and I'll have opportunities to do the same for my own students someday.<br />
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I hope you're all having a lovely Sunday...<br />
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xo<br />
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Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05358308641341359739noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242708342124254018.post-20672554901527447762012-09-13T11:59:00.000-07:002012-09-13T12:26:08.939-07:00Taking a little break<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Hey all!<br />
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I was alerted by someone (you know who you are) last night that I haven't blogged in a while, therefore, all 5 of my faithful followers may be giving up on me. So, I thought I should blog...<br />
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The truth is, there are about a bazillion other things I should be doing right now. For one, I have a grant proposal due on Saturday (who made <i>that</i> deadline decision??) that is in need of a total rewrite of the introduction and some major cutting to get it under the 5 page maximum requirement. For two, I have a humungous stats assignment due one of these days soon. For <i>three</i>, I'm heading home this weekend for *someone's* 2nd birthday party and I have done none of the following: buy a birthday gift, pack for the trip, or buy cat food so that my cat doesn't starve while I'm gone. Ah, but such is life. Sometimes a short break in the middle of a busy day to do something creative (like write this blog post) can actually foster <i>more</i> productivity ... or at least that's what I'm hoping for in this case.<br />
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So, when I last left you, I was getting ready to leave Madison, which I did. I packed all of my things, went out for one last breakfast at the best bagel place in the Midwest, said goodbye to my wonderful roommates and new friends, and headed for Missouri. And cried the entire way to Iowa... But never mind that. Once back in Columbia, I finished and submitted a grant proposal, then made a short trip home to visit the fam and friends before my semester started. Since then, I've been in the full swing of things, getting used to classes and homework again and getting settled into the routine of a new semester. As a person who really, really dislikes change, you'd think I'd despise the start-stop-start again cycle of being in school but, in fact, I love it. I like the clear beginning and end that each semester brings and I like making new schedules just as much as I like sticking to them.<br />
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I will say, though, that I have noticed myself feeling a sense of discontent lately. I'm in that weird in-between almost done but not really almost done phase of graduate school. This is my last semester of coursework. Many of my very close friends are slightly ahead of me, so they aren't on campus a whole lot anymore and I spend a lot of time alone in my office. I didn't choose the classes I'm taking because they interest me in any particular way, but specifically because they are required for graduation (except for the 5 hours of theory-heavy statistics I masochistically signed myself up for). I've been in semesters like this before and know that the trick is to put my head down and power through it. And it's not that I don't like the classes (again, statistics is teetering on the edge), but for the first time in a long time, I'm not finding the work particularly <i>fulfilling</i>. <br />
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I've been around the block enough to know that not everything in life will be fulfilling and that not every aspect of a chosen career path will make me want to bound out of bed in the mornings. I also know myself well enough, though, to know that feeling generally fulfilled most days is important to my mental and emotional wellbeing. So, I've made a list of the things that I find particularly fulfilling or that make me feel good about my day. The list includes things like yoga, running, cooking, talking to friends and family, as well as things like reading academic articles in my areas of interest, brainstorming new ideas for papers, cleaning my house, and folding my laundry. I'm going to make a very concerted effort for a while to include 1 or 2 things from my list in my everyday activities. I'm going to make an even <i>more</i> concerted effort to come out of this semester with my sanity and rosy attitude in tact. <br />
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Wish me luck.<br />
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Oh, and wish this little(???) guy a very happy 2nd birthday! :) (And for those of you who don't know already, he's going to be a big brother this spring!)<br />
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Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05358308641341359739noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242708342124254018.post-46271502530234282782012-08-02T19:59:00.000-07:002012-08-02T20:00:32.483-07:00Me, in the news.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Yep. Me again.<br />
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Just a quick one to pass along some sort of exciting news.<br />
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Last month, the journal article based on my thesis research was published. Shortly after, I was contacted by a guy at the University of Missouri News Bureau who wanted to interview me about the article. He wrote a short press release, which will be shared with the national news outlets (in case anyone thinks it's interesting...). The release came out today.<br />
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You can read it here (there's even a picture included!):<br />
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Also, if you want to read the whole journal article, you can find it here:<br />
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Hey all,<br />
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The official countdown has begun. I have 7 days of Bangla class left and only a week and a half left in Madison. I'm happy-sad about this. It's been a great summer.<br />
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I'm actually writing today, though, to share this with you:<br />
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My Madison roommate, Becky, has this friend who has been married 13 years, is wise about all things relationship and always eager to share his knowledge, it seems. He gave us this little gem the other night, and it's totally worth sharing.<br />
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The Bus Stop Analogy.<br />
Dating is sort of like waiting at a bus stop. You're standing there, and you're really not sure where the bus is. It's possible you've missed the bus (<i>which is why I, personally, recommend always being a few minutes early...</i>), in which case, you're waiting like an idiot for a bus that's already gone. However, it's also possible that the bus just hasn't come yet; that the bus is a little behind schedule. In that case, if you're patient and just wait a little longer, you'll be rewarded with a nice, easy, free ride downtown to your destination of choice. But the question is... <i>how long do you wait at the bus stop?</i> If you wait too long for an already missed bus, you're wasting time on a bus you were never going to ride anyway. But, if you give up too soon and go back inside, you're going to miss a perfectly good bus that was just a little late that day. <br />
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My time is winding down quickly here in Madison with only two weeks left before it's time for me to head south and start the fall semester. I've continued to keep really, really busy, spending time with new friends, seeing the sights, going to concerts, parties, restaurants, and my first Major League baseball game (loved it!), and, of course, plenty of studying and work is happening as well. My mom visted last week and we did a whole lot of shopping, saw a movie, and I introduced her to the glory that is dinner from the Whole Foods hot bar. No doubt I'm going to miss Madison and the great friends I've made here, but I'm going to try to make the most of these last two weeks and will be very happy to see my Columbia and Lincoln friends soon.<br />
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Here are some pictures from the last few weeks:<br />
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Yipes! 3 weeks have past since my last post. A bit longer than I had intended (but this is almost always the case with me and this blog, it seems). Anyway, I'm still alive and kickin' up here in Wisconsin, in case you were wondering. Language school has kept me very, very busy. I'm in class until 1:00 every day and usually have 3-4 hours of homework at night. That might not sound like a lot but, as it turns out, language learning is HARD WORK! In fact, after 4 weeks of 5-day-a-week classes and homework, I'm a bit brain-dead right now. So... I'll let my pictures do the rest of the talking...<br />
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Remember when I said I'd return to regular "Photo-a-Day" posting? Apparently, I'm a liar. But, I've been busy and Bangla class got HARD yesterday, so, as a responsible student, I spent a lot of yesterday evening studying. Anyway, how about I share the pictures I <strike>should</strike> would have posted with you now?<br />
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June 19th: Imperfect<br />
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On June 19th, I went for a run. It was far, far, far from perfect. It was 93 degrees out (at 6 pm), I was sick the entire week previous so this was my first run in 7 days, and I wanted to die. But, I didn't (obviously), and I'm happy I went. After 30 minutes of sitting in front of the fan, I felt like a new woman. Running doesn't always feel good, but it's almost always good for the soul.</div>
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June 20th: Fave Photo You've Ever Taken</div>
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This was a tough one to come up with, but, here it is:</div>
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This is Sanibel. It is one of my favorite places on earth. This picture represents everything I love about it. Enough said.</div>
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This one totally makes me feel like a nomad. This is not my bed. This is not my room. These are not my sheets. They <i>are</i> my pillows and pillowcases, however. See how nicely they match the lovely burgundy sheets? (Oh, and see how high quality this photo is? I think I seriously need to invest some money in a new camera...)</div>
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Ah, well. If I'm going to study nomadic people, I should understand how it feels to haul all of one's belongings from place to place, right?</div>
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Anyway, Madison is treating me great. I have some awesome roommates, the city is beautiful, and I'm keeping very, very busy. It was HOT here for a few days, but now it's in the mid-80's and breezy. Just as summer should be...</div>
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Hey, friends. Checking in quickly to assure everyone that I made it to Madison, made it to class today, and was careful not to sweat on anyone's belongings but my own. <br />
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From what I can tell so far, Madison is a pretty awesome place. I had the easiest commute of my LIFE this morning, passing by the lake on the way. Have I already mentioned that I live less than a block from a lake? As a Nebraskan, this is a BIG F-ING DEAL to me! I've never lived this close to a body of water before <i>in my life.</i> I plan to take full advantage. <br />
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Anyway, I got in last night, hauled all of my crap up 3 floors (wishing with every. single. step. that I had packed less - as I always, always wish), watched basketball and drank a beer with one of my new roommates, and went to bed. Today, I went to class, then to the biggest Target store I've ever seen, Whole Foods (where I wandered aimlessly for 30 minutes, but managed to stick to my grocery list), and Trader Joe's. My new apartment is in a cool, old building with a big bay window in the living room. My roommates seem like great - and extremely funny - people (who happen to be hosting a party on Friday night - let's say it's in my honor...). And it seems like there are too many cool places to go, things to do, restaurants to visit in this town to possibly do it all in 2 months. I look forward to trying.<br />
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I'll be back with more "Photo a Day" posts soon. Today's phrase was "Something we don't know about you." You know when you are in new group situations and the leader/teacher/coach asks you to go around the room and "tell us your name, where you're from, and something interesting about yourself"? I always fail at that. Like, miserably. I can never decide what "interesting" thing I should tell people. Well, this is no different. I'm not sure what you do or don't know about me and I'm not sure that I'd really like to share most of the things that most people don't know about me on the world wide web. Like, if there are things the majority of you don't know, there's probably a reason for it... (It's embarrassing. I don't know what "it" is, this mysterious secret information, but I can assure you that "it" is embarrassing.)<br />
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For now, goodnight. I hope you're all doing well and had a good Monday.</div>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05358308641341359739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242708342124254018.post-29809584041728027632012-06-16T21:10:00.002-07:002012-06-16T21:10:43.999-07:00Yellow (Or, Photo a Day: June something-th)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Anyway... It's off to Madison tomorrow and classes start first thing Monday morning. Keep your fingers crossed that I a) find my new apartment with no problem, b) manage to remember to write down my new roommate's phone number, c) manage to remember to call her ahead of my arrival, like I said I would, and d) make it to my classroom, on time, without sweating all over everything and everyone (I'm riding my bike) on Monday morning. That's a whole lot of finger crossing, but I have faith in you guys. You can do it. And, hopefully, so can I...</div>
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Today's word is "time." I thought and thought all day, trying to figure out how in the heck I was supposed to take an <i>interesting</i> picture of time? I could take a picture of the clock and tell you what I'm doing at a certain time. I could tell you how I'm passing my time today (booooring). In short, this day is a pretty unexciting one. I woke up (sick), took my bike in for a tune up, came home (to my mom's house), ate breakfast, drank coffee, answered some emails, surfed the web, and cuddled with some kitties. (Oh. So, I went ahead and told you about my exciting day anyway.) I have been battling a cold/flu/sore throat/upset stomach thing for a few days and today was the day I decided to give in and waste the morning away on the couch. It feels good. I could tell you that at 5:00 today, I went to meet my lovely mother for a shopping fest. I could tell you all sorts of uninteresting crap. Then this little gem showed up in my inbox tonight and saved my bacon.</div>
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I know you can't read the time in the picture, but it's 5:21 p.m. And that's the time I was notified that my first journal publication has been made available online. It's the time at which I became a real life published academic. Yay!</div>
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"If I were a house, I would be a big, yellow house, with a yellow so inviting that if you were to walk by just being you, it would call to you, 'Come In, You and Your Heart sit down.' And if you did come into that big, yellow, inviting house, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>You'd know you were home</b></span>."</div>
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All packed up and ready to hit the road. For the bazillionth time this year. You should know, though, that I found out Madison has a Trader Joe's, a Whole Foods, and a Lululemon. I may never leave. Therefore, I may never pack these bags again. Just kidding.</div>
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My favorite part of the weekend. Lounging in my adirondack chair, catching some rays.<br />
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In any case, it would be impossible to pick my favorite part of this last weekend. I got back into Columbia late Thursday night (technically, Friday morning) and spent my day on Friday resting, attempting (and failing) to get back on Central Time, and running errands. Saturday and Sunday, though, were the greatest. The weekend was literally full of time with friends. As a grad student, summer is the time when people tend to scatter. Some friends are in town some of the time and I'm in town some of the time, so when we happen to be in the same place at the same time, it's nice to see each other and catch up. I'm leaving soon for my two months of language school, so this was my last chance to see my friends in Columbia for the next two months. </div>
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I'm going to tell you a little something about me: I hate, hate, HATE saying goodbye to people. Even if it's only for 2 months and I know they'll be here when I get back and that we'll keep in touch while I'm gone. I am totally <i>that person</i> who pretends like I'll see someone again once more before I go, just so that I don't have to actually say goodbye. Sorry, friends. It's totally selfish, but it <i>does</i> save me from the inevitable emotional breakdown, so you benefit a bit, too...</div>
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Annnyyyyway, though... It was a fantastic weekend. I didn't get photos of most of it because I was too busy enjoying myself. I did manage to spend a little time in my yard yesterday, though, lounging in my new, awesome adirondack chair, working on my packing list (I heart lists), and soaking up the sun, and I also managed to take a picture of it. So, it's my photo of the day, it was a great part of my weekend, but it wasn't my favorite. My favorite was spending lots and lots of time with some really good friends.</div>
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My view today (yesterday).<br />
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So, I'll probably get in BIG trouble for this... But my "view" yesterday morning included a surprise breakfast with a very great friend traveling through Columbia. In case you're wondering, that coffee cup says, "Hot stuff here. (But enough about me...)" haha</div>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05358308641341359739noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242708342124254018.post-41327429058668504382012-06-08T20:05:00.002-07:002012-06-08T20:05:20.798-07:00Photo a Day: June 8th<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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At 6:00 tonight, I was on my yoga mat. I knew I needed to do some sort of activity today after lots and lots of sitting down while traveling and, luckily, there was a Flow class at my studio tonight. I was feeling tired and stiff before class and not totally psyched to be there, but less than 5 minutes in I knew I'd made the right decision. It felt good to sweat and stretch and boy did it ever feel good to lay in savasana after the sweaty, stretchy time. I don't know about you all but, for me, savasana (the laying down pose at the end of most yoga classes) always feels soooo much better after a hard class. It's relaxing and a great way to let all of your hard efforts from class sort of sink in. This class also gave me a little chance to do some reflecting on my travels, how I've been feeling lately, and how I want to move forward over the summer. All in all, my 6:00 was pretty darn good.<br />
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What were YOU doing at 6:00 tonight? Anything interesting?</div>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05358308641341359739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242708342124254018.post-91957737215553350042012-06-07T15:33:00.001-07:002012-06-07T15:35:44.597-07:00Photo a Day: June 7th<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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A lot of people in Taiwan - especially younger people - drive scooters instead of cars. When I lived here, I owned a scooter and while I've been back these last two weeks, I rented one from a scooter shop. Aside from the fact that I look goofy in the helmet (that probably wouldn't protect me from a whole lot) and that it <i>totally</i> messes up my hair, I LOVE driving a scooter. They're quick and speedy and when I'm driving one, I feel so ... FREE. Also, the gas mileage is insane. I paid around $6 US to fill up the gas tank last week and haven't even used half of it yet. So, I guess a little bit of helmet hair is worth it.</div>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05358308641341359739noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242708342124254018.post-3126426814182403322012-06-05T06:29:00.001-07:002012-06-05T06:29:33.473-07:00Photo a Day: June 5<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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It might seem crazy to come all the way to Taiwan and eat a teriyaki chicken burger and fries for dinner, but 1. this particular teriyaki chicken burger is like none I've eaten in the US (I really should have taken a picture, but I ate it before I could...), and 2. The Freen was one of my favorite restaurants when I lived in Chiayi. It's a locally owned (by a great guy named YC who is so sweet and welcoming, I probably would have kept going back even if the food hadn't been so great) and when I lived here, was the only place in town to go get a good sandwich. Back then, they also sold local fruit, so in the summer, I could buy a whole pineapple and they would core it and cut it for me. It was a quiet place where I could go eat lunch or dinner, do a little work, and see a friendly face. I think that totally justifies the number of times I've eaten there on this trip...<br />
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Speaking of the trip, I've only got a day and a half left and will be so very sad to go. This has been a wonderful getaway, and having the chance to play tourist a bit in a town I lived in for a year has been a lot of fun. Today, I got breakfast, visited a friend, and sat in the park for an hour, drinking tea. Yesterday, I had Thai food for lunch, went for a run around Lantan, a lake just outside of town, and had dinner with some good friends. This trip has reminded me of all the reasons I enjoyed living in Chiayi - the sights, the smells, the culture, the food, but very most of all, the people.<br />
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I hope you're enjoying this Photo a Day series. If you want to see more of my Taiwan pictures, go<a href="http://on.fb.me/LvKiUv"> here</a>. I should tell you that while the Photo a Day thing basically necessitates my taking pictures with my iPod, all of my other pictures are also courtesy of the good old iPod Touch. I brought my camera all the way here only to realize that it has given out on my completely. Lucky to have a backup, but unfortunately, it means the quality of my pictures isn't always the greatest...<br />
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I hope you're all doing well and enjoying the summer time!</div>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05358308641341359739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242708342124254018.post-33481666701069195912012-06-04T06:58:00.001-07:002012-06-04T06:58:51.638-07:00Photo a Day: June 4Close-up. <br />
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Well, anyway, what <i>was</i> on my plate: Thai food in Kenting. Pineapple shrimp, rice, and papaya salad ... and a little chicken curry from Nick's plate.</div>
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