Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Slides: A picture of our trip to Harbin

As told by Mitch Hedberg:
As an adult I'm not supposed to go down slides,
So if I end up at the top of a slide,
I have to act like I got up there accidentally.
"How'd I get up here?!? Boy Howdy!!"
I guess I just have to slide down.
"Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!"
That's what you say when you're having fun,
You refer to yourself, and some other people.

Harbin was full of slides. I referred to myself and some other people a lot! :)

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Holiday Shopping Guide: Gifts that Keep on Givin'

For you early planners, this is probably too late; but for you procrastinators here are some Holiday shopping ideas: places that have cool gifts/clothing/etc, and when you buy, your gift keeps giving to the various causes they support :)

To Write Love on Her Arms : Clothing, Jewelry
To Write Love on Her Arms is a non-profit movement dedicated to presenting hope and finding help for people struggling with depression, addiction, self-injury and suicide. TWLOHA exists to encourage, inform, inspire and also to invest directly into treatment and recovery.

Invisible Children : Clothing, Jewelry, Movies
Who We Are: Motivated by the unseen war in Northern Uganda, Invisible Children was created by three young filmmakers with a singular mission:To use the power of stories to change lives around the world.

Invisible Children improves the quality of life for war effected children by providing access to quality education, enhanced learning environments, and innovative economic opportunities, for the community.

Suubi Africa Hope : Jewelry
What we do...
In addition to buying each week (and tripling their usual profit), the Light Gives Heat volunteers also run weekly Literacy and English classes for the women of Suubi and simply spend time with the women. The majority of the 120+ women are Acholi widows who have been displaced from Northern Uganda because of an over 20-year-long war that has directly affected their tribe and homeland.

If you have any other sites you'd like to suggest, just give me a shout :) Or leave it in a comment :)




Monday, December 15, 2008

It's Dark in Here: Why I'm so Angry...

A Follow-Up to: Pendy, Why so Angry?

I sat there for years upon years, precariously balanced between Large Intestine and Small Intestine, doing nothing. Have you ever felt purposeless? It is not a happy feeling. I didn't want it, but there was nothing for me to do. I wasn't made to work, I was just made to sit there. For 26 years I sat, while everyone around me excitedly worked, processed, produced, planned, moved, transferred.

Useless, I was useless.

The inside was also a hot, dark place. Too hot really—for everyone, which meant that everyone was always complaining. It was also wet, which means that sound that your feet make when walking in sneakers that are soaking wet, was constantly happening, all around me–surround sound. That same squish squish squish over and over and over. It drove me crazy.

Then something began to grow on me. It made me hotter, it made me itchy, it made me bloated. I got more and more uncomfortable but nobody cared—they were too busy...doing something. Finally I began to put up a fuss, it simply was NOT okay for me to be THIS uncomfortable. Plus, the itchy stuff had spread, I had become even more bloated (which was wreaking havoc on my already low self image self-esteem), and I let out a little scream. I pushed and pushed, and screamed, and hoped the outside could hear me, or at least could feel me.

Something was wrong. They must know. They must KNOW!

Every once in a while something from the outside would poke in at me, as if telling me to shut-up. When they poked at me it made me feel like I would pop, which made me scream even more.

The bloating continued. I felt like a balloon. I felt that even if the outside didn't poke in at me anymore, I might pop anyway, I couldn't help it, the itchiness was making me do it.

Suddenly stars appeared across the sky. Three tiny spotlights that shone in on me. I saw a substance I'd never seen before. Indeed, it made the darkness go away. Moving through it were different types of substance, and they made a loud noise.

I was ripped out. Squeezed out. Popped out. Slapped on something cold. Too cold. And hard. Very hard. I began to shiver. I rolled back and forth as the cold thing jolted this way and that. I was scared. The others were gone. The squish-squish was gone. I was still bloated. And this bright haziness was surrounding me, and constantly changing, always changing. It was too much to try to watch, so I shut my eyes.

The cold thing paused. Out of the substances came a VERY loud noise. It scared me. So I opened my eyes. But there was more loud noises that scared me. I closed my eyes. The cold thing began jolting again. Made a sudden clang. And stood still.

The coldness. The coldness. I would give anything to be back in the warmth. To hear the squish-squish. It didn't matter anymore that I was useless. I liked it in there. My friends. All that they would have left is The Space. The Space is even more useless than me. But the coldness is too much. It is too...

Thursday, December 04, 2008

Pendy Why So Angry??!

So before I begin this story, I must tell you two of my bigger fears in life:
1. Having one of those diseases where you just think it's normal flu symptoms etc etc, but then it ends up being something that untreated can kill you in a matter of days.
2. Having to have emergency surgery in China

I think most people can relate to number 1, especially after watching a movie like Outbreak. And anyone whose has had to go into a Chinese hospital knows that (especially compared to American hospitals where people are like OCD about them being clean) they're not the cleanest of places.

So, with the stage set: enter Angry Pendy.
The night before Halloween, I went to sleep feeling GREAT (Tony the Tiger Grrreat). Well, by 3am, I had been woken up by an incredible pain in my abdomen. I tried sleeping on my back, on my side, I went to the bathroom, I tried sleeping on my couch, on the floor, back up to my bed. By 7am the pain hadn't subsided for one second (even in my dreams I was trying to figure out how to get rid of the pain), it had also moved down to the right side of my abdomen, and I decided that something was really wrong. My roomate googled "abdominal pain", and she went through the symptoms of each. "Do you have this?" "No." "This?" "No." "This?" "Yes." "This?" "No." "This?" "Yes,.... yes.....yes." :( All things pointed to Appendicitis.

After a call to my boss's wife, and a call by one of her Chinese friends to other Chinese friends, and a call by me to a fellow teacher who had also had appendicitis in China (and had a considerably worse experience), we decided on which hospital I should go to..... by taxi :)
Interesting Discovery #1: Apparently in China, hospitals are split up a bit more by what kind of care they give, and what kinds of things they treat... unlike hospitals in the States where–save very specific specialties–they are prepared to treat everything.

So, I went to the hospital with Regina (boss's wife) and Alice (another Kindie teacher who's Chinese, and also speaks English). They did this test and that test and Declared.... That I must have surgery. But they did it so passively that I looked at Alice and said... are they sure? When Jenny (another friend who spoke fluent Chinese) came, she pressed the doctors on how sure they were that I REALLY needed surgery, to which they apparently exclaimed.... "It's about to pop! yes, she needs surgery! Don't worry about how I know, I'm the doctor, let me worry about it." To which she said, "well.. WHAT are you waiting for???"

So, very soon I was placed in a wheel chair (which was weird because I could walk) and wheeled up to the 12th floor VIP/International wing. I got a very nice hospital room, and then I waited, and waited, and Jenny kept pressing them saying.... she needs to get in quickly! and they'd say... I know I know, don't worry, she's on the emergency list, and as soon as XY and Z surgeries are done, she'll go in. In the meantime I signed at least 8 forms, all in Chinese of course, that pretty much provided for any number of things to change or go wrong. One was for just plain old laproscopic surgery, one was in case that wasn't enough and they had to make an incision, one for if they got inside and found out that it wasn't appendicitis but was instead a tumor, and another and another.... I imagined that some said "if I have a healthy extra kidney you can have it, and any other organs you might need for that matter." So after many more pressings of the doctor by Jenny, and many of my signatures on unknown Chinese medical forms, the doctor came in with a gerny and said "it's time" (but in Chinese of course).

So, I was strapped to a green gurney... quite well (i'm talking heavy blanket and three 5-inch thick pieces of velcro), and I was wheeled through the hospital, the whole time having scenes from Scrubs (the only hospital comedy or drama I watch) running through my head, and thinking... so this is what it's like to be strapped to a gurney and wheeled through a hospital. All I could see were the ceiling lights (but in my head I could see all the Chinese people staring at the mei guo ren who was being paraded through the passageways.) When we reached the doors to the surgery wing, Jenny and Regina had to stay outside, and then I was alone with the doctors and nurses—most of whom didn't speak any English. As I lay in the middle of the surgery room–which was quite large, and actually had quite a few people standing around waiting and laughing, and every once in a while saying "lao wei" (which means foreigner) excitedly. Yes, I thought, you get to operate on a white person today. Have fun, but do a good job!

As they got everything ready around me, and hooked me up to an IV and put little suction things around my heart to make sure it was beating, the anesthesiologist came up and was one of the few people who could speak some English. She asked me if I had had anesthesia before, and then, just before she put the mask over my mouth to put me under she said... "You just...have to... trust us." I smiled and said a short prayer.

When I woke up (the first time I remember being awake anyway... as opposed to how Regina said I was "awake" and mumbling as they wheeled me out of the surgical room) I felt like I had had a really good nights sleep. I had missed all the "fun" of sugery, and I didn't even get to see Pendy before they took him off to the lab for testing.

Apparently in Chinese hospitals if they remove an organ a family member has to verify that they removed the correct organ.

This meant that while I was still "in surgery" one of the doctors came out into the hall to talk to Jenny. She came over thinking that he had to tell her something about how my surgery was going... suddenly the doctor flung a tray in front of her face.... with my appendix on it! She screamed and called Regina over whilst hiding her face—I'm sure the image of my appendix isn't what she wanted burned into her brain.

My surgery and recovery have seemed to go off without a hitch. They said my appendix on the scale of good to Pop-happy was about a medium-pop. They were able to do everything they needed to do with just the laproscopic surgery, but at the same time, there was quite a bit of "contamination" that they had to clean up... and they thought that if I had had to wait even a few more hours it would have ruptured.

So, this brings me back to the two fears that I voiced at the beginning, and how because of the fact that I a) knew that something was wrong wrong.... wrong enough to go to the hospital wrong, and didn't just brush off the pain with a few meds and b) that my experience of having surgery (like I said I don't like surgeries..well.. who does...and I don't like hospitals) and how well it went... I have to thank God for his protection over me throughout the whole process, and also for the amazing caring friends He put around me the whole time (I had uber visitors, and my wonderful roomie even stayed the night at the hospital with me on the couch in my room for the weekend!)

I know that my parents (especially my mom) felt really terrible that I had to be in a hospital, in China, and that they couldn't be there with me... and while there's no one quite like a mother (and a father) when you're sick, God made sure that I had the second best---many friends and other mother types and people to make me fresh soup.. yummmm!

So now I'm out... and Brian (the guy that I coach Basketball with) has even allowed me to start playing a bit during our practices... haha. After 3-weeks I kept telling him it was ok... my holes were healed, it was good for me... but he made the girls vote about weather I should be allowed to play or not.. and they voted no, and he smiled and said.. maybe next time.. .it's for your own good. HA!

Alright, that's all for now. The-Space-Formerly-Known-As-Pendy says that he wants to share his side of the story... so maybe i'll let him post it on the blog later. :)

Here is a picture of me with Wilbur the IV. After him following me to the bathroom multiple times, I decided that we should be on a first name basis. He was fun for a while, but then he just got plain mean... always poking me with needles, never coming just to hang out.
Some of my first visitors: (this is my room before my new roomie moved in)

Yes, my mismatched hospital top is on backwards. They made me change it before surgery, and weaving my IV through one sleeve and out the other was hard enough to do once, let alone a second time after surgery. So I just left it the way it was.. the height of steeelo!

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

The deadly cult of Joseph Kony - Africa - Independent.co.uk

It is a war that is waged by heavily armed soldiers against unarmed villagers and its casualties both living and dead mark the rebirth of Africa's most feared guerrilla group – the Lord's Resistance Army.

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Thursday, November 06, 2008

Yet another wonderful use for Duct Tape

McGeiver would be proud:

RALEIGH, North Carolina (AP) -- An airline crew used duct tape to keep a passenger in her seat because they say she became unruly, fighting flight attendants and grabbing other passengers, forcing the flight to land in North Carolina.

The tape of 1,001 uses now has another one -- keeping unruly airline passengers in their seat.

The tape of 1,001 uses now has another one -- keeping unruly airline passengers in their seat.

Maria Esther Castillo of Oswego, N.Y., is due in court Thursday, charged with resisting arrest and interfering with the operations of a flight crew aboard United Airlines Flight 645, from Puerto Rico to Chicago.

Castillo, 45, struck a flight attendant on the buttocks with the back of her hand during Saturday's flight, FBI Special Agent Peter Carricato said in a criminal complaint filed in U.S. District Court in Charlotte.

She also stood and fell onto the head of a blind passenger and later started pulling the person's hair, the complaint stated.

Ankle cuffs kept slipping off Castillo, so the flight crew and two passengers were forced to use duct tape to keep her in her seat, the complaint states.

She calmed as the pilot diverted the flight to Charlotte/Douglas International Airport, but became disruptive again when authorities boarded the plane to remove her, authorities said.

Carricato states that a passenger saw Castillo having drinks in an airport bar before boarding.

She bought another drink on the plane. Flight attendants stopped serving her alcohol because of her behavior, the complaint states.

United spokesman Jeff Kovick said Wednesday that safety during air travel is the company's top priority and that it's cooperating with authorities.

FBI spokeswoman Amy Thoreson on Wednesday declined to comment on the ongoing investigation.

A message left seeking comment wasn't immediately returned by Castillo's attorney, Julia Mimms.

America Choses Obama by Roxanne Wieman

Originally posted by Relevant Magazine
By Roxanne Wieman
Well, here we are on the other side. A watershed moment. An historic election. And we, the American people, have made our choice.

Barack Obama will be the 44th President of the United States, and the nation’s first black president. And in elections across the country, Democrats won their seats in the Senate. When Obama takes office in January, he will do so with a Democratic majority in both houses of Congress.

“The American people have spoken, and spoken clearly,” McCain told his supporters in Arizona after the results came in.

But what about you? Those of you who took our RELEVANT poll yesterday favored McCain: 47 percent of you voted for the Arizona Senator and 33 percent of you for Obama. So, are you disappointed? Will you hang your heads today? Do you fear for our nation’s future? I’m not so sure.

So many of us—members of the widely contested “young evangelical voters”—were divided about this election. Not just as a group, but even in our own hearts. I know which candidate I chose, but it wasn’t an easy decision. And, to be honest, I didn’t really care who won. I agreed with both. I disagreed with both.


What I’m wondering now is where do we go from here?

While the electoral vote and popular vote strongly favored Obama, our country is still largely divided. This was a hard-fought, personal and passionate race. There are wounds on both sides. Can Obama and the Democratic congress heal those wounds? Can we help?

Yes and yes.

Obama ran as a unifier. He condemned our party divisions and championed cooperation across party lines. Many of the Democrats who won seats in the Senate ran with similar platforms. If Obama and the Congress majority maintain that position and “reach across the aisle” in the years to come, that will certainly go a long way in healing our wounds and unifying our country. Karl Rove has already expressed his own wish that the Republicans would do the same, "I hope we will support [Obama] when we agree with him, persuade him when we think his mind is open, and oppose him when we think he is wrong."

Whether unity happens in Washington or not, the question still returns to us: what can we do to help? As Francis Schaeffer so famously put it, “How shall we then live?” Now that the election is over and Obama and the Democrats have so clearly won, how shall we then live? I believe that we, the young Christian voters, can uniquely answer this question. I believe, in fact, that this is the very question we are so primed to answer. Because this election and its profound life issues has galvanized us to true action.

Yes, we voted. But it’s more than that. Through this election, we’ve become aware of the major social issues of our day. And now we want to do something about them. We recognize an election will not change everything. We do not rest our hopes for change on a political party or candidate. We vote, we hope, but we don’t stop there. Tomorrow and the next day and the next and in January when Obama takes office, we get up and we continue our sojourn to follow Jesus. We live our votes for life, for justice, for peace, for equality.

We comfort our friend who tells us she’s considering abortion. Then we gently tell her why we believe life in the womb is precious. We help her find alternative options … and we stick by her side all through the pregnancy and birth and after. She is not a statistic or a faceless evil to us.

We love beyond racial, gender and sexual lines. We reject stereotypes. We embrace individuals. We work for reconciliation.

We do not talk about “that side of town,” we live there and work there and mentor there. We are a part of educational reform, and ESL, and rehabilitation.

We recycle. We reduce our imprint. We consciously make our purchases, recognizing the global implications. We strive to “live simply that others may simply live” (Ghandi).

We personally pray for our soldiers in Iraq, for the citizens of Iraq, for our leaders who are making tough decisions that affect millions of lives. We really do pray, and we believe our prayers matter.

We continue to work hard in the jobs God has given us, saving our money and stewarding our resources. We tithe. We donate. We volunteer.

We continually challenge each other to deepen our understanding of whole life ethics and Jesus’ call to follow Him.

I believe this is who we are. I believe this is who you are. I believe we can be the change we’ve voted for—no matter who we voted for.

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

First Word: Leading the Charge

by Cameron Strang of Relevant Magazine

Posted on September 16, 2008
Filed Under Cameron Strang |

| Reprinted from the Sept./Oct. issue of RELEVANT
For more politics coverage, visit our politics page


Let's get this out of the way up front: I'm not a politically motivated person. Which is why I felt a tad out of place meeting with Barack Obama this summer. And talking to John McCain. And doing countless interviews about the faith and shifting political views of our generation.

Yet I have unwittingly found myself thrust into the political arena, a place where people are vehemently passionate about their ideologies and platforms. It's an entire industry built around being right and proving your opponent wrong, and winning at any cost. It's a continual power struggle and—from my humble vantage point—seems a bit flawed.

I'm someone who tries to think independently and objectively, rather than simply follow what the pundits tell me to think. Because of that, I've realized I cannot fully embrace either political party. Both sides of the aisle have some great ideas and goals. But both also have areas where they simply get it wrong.

I know the power of politics and the importance of the process in our world. But I also know that, historically, real, lasting change has started first at the grassroots level long before it was ever legislated. Cultural mindshifts influence Washington, not the other way around.
Many Christians traditionally have voted Republican because of their justifiable conviction to protect the lives of the unborn. Now, many younger Christians are voting Democrat because of their justifiable desire to see our nation, the most prosperous in the world, address issues of poverty, global aid and the environment.

The problem is, many Christians vote these convictions, but that's largely where their personal involvement in the issues stops. Are the government leaders we vote for meant to do our job for us?

If God has given you a heart for the poor, or to see a reduction in the number of abortions, or to promote peace, or to help the sick, or to stand for strong moral values, or to be a better steward of the environment, then your personal focus needs to be on that—whether or not the President shares your same values.

The Bible reminds us to pray for our leaders, but it also talks about praying for those who persecute us. Though I can't foresee any situation where this would be the case, what if one day every value Christians stand for, even religious freedom itself, was legislatively removed? Christians in China and many other parts of the world face this reality every day. Would it change us?

Dare I say, it might actually spur the Body of Christ here into greater action. Could it be that the loss of religious freedoms would ultimately be the best thing for American Christians because it would cause us to stand on our own feet rather than relying on the government to legislate our faith and values for us?

I've heard that only 5 percent of people who attend church regularly actually serve in any way. I've read that if every Christian in America actually tithed 10 percent of their income, we would have enough financial resources to wipe out global poverty.

There's more power lying dormant in pews around the nation than any government could hope to provide, and that's where our focus should be.

Many Christians want to overturn Roe v. Wade, but I don't hear nearly as many leading the charge on a national adoption movement. If Roe v. Wade is overturned, where are all of those babies going to end up? Christians should be focused on personal action regardless of legislation, not just waiting for the right number of Supreme Court justices to come along.

I'm not saying don't vote. Do. Vote your convictions and let your voice be heard—that's one of the perks of living in a democracy. But don't let politics breed division, or make you see people in a different light.

If you have a passion for an issue, rather than judging someone who doesn't share that passion or viewpoint, just go do something about it. Give your life to it. Be the change you want to see.

We need to pray for our leaders and our country, but always remember that our leaders and country do not define us. We are the generation that will shape the direction culture, government and social action will take in the next 50 years. It's not up to Washington, it's up to us—and I say it's time we step up and lead the charge.

But that means with our lives, our finances and our actions every day. Not just Nov. 4.



Posted from www.relevantmagazine.com

Saturday, October 11, 2008

Inspired to be Unplugged

Time to reminisce about the good 'ole days... of the retreats of yore, in a far away land called Aurora.

Monday, October 06, 2008

Sarah Palin

Here is an interesting article I found online. Apparently it started as an e-mail from a lady in Alaska, and quickly progressed throughout the world wide web. It has now been posted in full and with her permission at an Alaskan paper's online site.

Read the original post here.
or continue reading the article below.
Thoughts?
"I have known Sarah since 1992..." (Updated, 9/9)

Posted by Alaska_Politics

Posted: September 4, 2008 - 12:11 pm

We'd appended an update from Kilkenny at the end of her original post.

From David Hulen in Anchorage --

The e-mail below has been bouncing around the Internet since Sunday. It was written by Anne Kilkenny of Wasilla - stay-at-home mom, letter-to-the-editor writer and longtime watcher of Valley politics. She's a registered Democrat. She was one of the delegates to the Conference of Alaskans in Fairbanks back in 2004. Her bio from the conference is here.

She e-mailed this letter over the weekend to family and friends Outside, and (despite her request not to post it) it went viral on the Internet very quickly, showing up on blogs and Web sites all over. Since then, Kilkenny has been inundated with phone calls and e-mails. She said she stayed up until 3 a.m. last night answering e-mails, and found nearly 400 new ones waiting when she logged on this morning.

It's posted here with her permission.

***

Dear friends,

So many people have asked me about what I know about Sarah Palin in the last 2 days that I decided to write something up . . .

Basically, Sarah Palin and Hillary Clinton have only 2 things in common: their gender and their good looks. :)

You have my permission to forward this to your friends/email contacts with my name and email address attached, but please do not post it on any websites, as there are too many kooks out there . . .

Thanks,
Anne

ABOUT SARAH PALIN

I am a resident of Wasilla, Alaska. I have known Sarah since 1992. Everyone here knows Sarah, so it is nothing special to say we are on a first-name basis. Our children have attended the same schools. Her father was my child's favorite substitute teacher. I also am on a first name basis with her parents and mother-in-law. I attended more City Council meetings during her administration than about 99% of the residents of the city.

She is enormously popular; in every way she's like the most popular girl in middle school. Even men who think she is a poor choice and won't vote for her can't quit smiling when talking about her because she is a "babe".

It is astonishing and almost scary how well she can keep a secret. She kept her most recent pregnancy a secret from her children and parents for seven months.

She is "pro-life". She recently gave birth to a Down's syndrome baby. There is no cover-up involved, here; Trig is her baby.

She is energetic and hardworking. She regularly worked out at the gym.

She is savvy. She doesn't take positions; she just "puts things out there" and if they prove to be popular, then she takes credit.

Her husband works a union job on the North Slope for BP and is a champion snowmobile racer. Todd Palin's kind of job is highly sought-after because of the schedule and high pay. He arranges his work schedule so he can fish for salmon in Bristol Bay for a month or so in summer, but by no stretch of the imagination is fishing their major source of income. Nor has her life-style ever been anything like that of native Alaskans.

Sarah and her whole family are avid hunters.

She's smart.

Her experience is as mayor of a city with a population of about 5,000 (at the time), and less than 2 years as governor of a state with about 670,000 residents.

During her mayoral administration most of the actual work of running this small city was turned over to an administrator. She had been pushed to hire this administrator by party power-brokers after she had gotten herself into some trouble over precipitous firings which had given rise to a recall campaign.

Sarah campaigned in Wasilla as a "fiscal conservative". During her 6 years as Mayor, she increased general government expenditures by over 33%. During those same 6 years the amount of taxes collected by the City increased by 38%. This was during a period of low inflation (1996-2002). She reduced progressive property taxes and increased a regressive sales tax which taxed even food. The tax cuts that she promoted benefited large corporate property owners way more than they benefited residents.

The huge increases in tax revenues during her mayoral administration weren't enough to fund everything on her wish list though, borrowed money was needed, too. She inherited a city with zero debt, but left it with indebtedness of over $22 million. What did Mayor Palin encourage the voters to borrow money for? Was it the infrastructure that she said she supported? The sewage treatment plant that the city lacked? or a new library? No. $1m for a park. $15m-plus for construction of a multi-use sports complex which she rushed through to build on a piece of property that the City didn't even have clear title to, that was still in litigation 7 yrs later--to the delight of the lawyers involved! The sports complex itself is a nice addition to the community but a huge money pit, not the profit-generator she claimed it would be. She also supported bonds for $5.5m for road projects that could have been done in 5-7 yrs without any borrowing.

While Mayor, City Hall was extensively remodeled and her office redecorated more than once.

These are small numbers, but Wasilla is a very small city.

As an oil producer, the high price of oil has created a budget surplus in Alaska. Rather than invest this surplus in technology that will make us energy independent and increase efficiency, as Governor she proposed distribution of this surplus to every individual in the state.

In this time of record state revenues and budget surpluses, she recommended that the state borrow/bond for road projects, even while she proposed distribution of surplus state revenues: spend today's surplus, borrow for needs.

She's not very tolerant of divergent opinions or open to outside ideas or compromise. As Mayor, she fought ideas that weren't generated by her or her staff. Ideas weren't evaluated on their merits, but on the basis of who proposed them.

While Sarah was Mayor of Wasilla she tried to fire our highly respected City Librarian because the Librarian refused to consider removing from the library some books that Sarah wanted removed. City residents rallied to the defense of the City Librarian and against Palin's attempt at out-and-out censorship, so Palin backed down and withdrew her termination letter. People who fought her attempt to oust the Librarian are on her enemies list to this day.

Sarah complained about the "old boy's club" when she first ran for Mayor, so what did she bring Wasilla? A new set of "old boys". Palin fired most of the experienced staff she inherited. At the City and as Governor she hired or elevated new, inexperienced, obscure people, creating a staff totally dependent on her for their jobs and eternally grateful and fiercely loyal--loyal to the point of abusing their power to further her personal agenda, as she has acknowledged happened in the case of pressuring the State's top cop (see below).

As Mayor, Sarah fired Wasilla's Police Chief because he "intimidated" her, she told the press. As Governor, her recent firing of Alaska's top cop has the ring of familiarity about it. He served at her pleasure and she had every legal right to fire him, but it's pretty clear that an important factor in her decision to fire him was because he wouldn't fire her sister's ex-husband, a State Trooper. Under investigation for abuse of power, she has had to admit that more than 2 dozen contacts were made between her staff and family to the person that she later fired, pressuring him to fire her ex-brother-in-law. She tried to replace the man she fired with a man who she knew had been reprimanded for sexual harassment; when this caused a public furor, she withdrew her support.

She has bitten the hand of every person who extended theirs to her in help. The City Council person who personally escorted her around town introducing her to voters when she first ran for Wasilla City Council became one of her first targets when she was later elected Mayor. She abruptly fired her loyal City Administrator; even people who didn't like the guy were stunned by this ruthlessness.

Fear of retribution has kept all of these people from saying anything publicly about her.

When then-Governor Murkowski was handing out political plums, Sarah got the best, Chair of the Alaska Oil and Gas Conservation Commission: one of the few jobs not in Juneau and one of the best paid. She had no background in oil & gas issues. Within months of scoring this great job which paid $122,400/yr, she was complaining in the press about the high salary. I was told that she hated that job: the commute, the structured hours, the work. Sarah became aware that a member of this Commission (who was also the State Chair of the Republican Party) engaged in unethical behavior on the job. In a gutsy move which some undoubtedly cautioned her could be political suicide, Sarah solved all her problems in one fell swoop: got out of the job she hated and garnered gobs of media attention as the patron saint of ethics and as a gutsy fighter against the "old boys' club" when she dramatically quit, exposing this man's ethics violations (for which he was fined).

As Mayor, she had her hand stuck out as far as anyone for pork from Senator Ted Stevens. Lately, she has castigated his pork-barrel politics and publicly humiliated him. She only opposed the "bridge to nowhere" after it became clear that it would be unwise not to.

As Governor, she gave the Legislature no direction and budget guidelines, then made a big grandstand display of line-item vetoing projects, calling them pork. Public outcry and further legislative action restored most of these projects--which had been vetoed simply because she was not aware of their importance--but with the unobservant she had gained a reputation as "anti-pork".

She is solidly Republican: no political maverick. The State party leaders hate her because she has bit them in the back and humiliated them. Other members of the party object to her self-description as a fiscal conservative.

Around Wasilla there are people who went to high school with Sarah. They call her "Sarah Barracuda" because of her unbridled ambition and predatory ruthlessness. Before she became so powerful, very ugly stories circulated around town about shenanigans she pulled to be made point guard on the high school basketball team. When Sarah's mother-in-law, a highly respected member of the community and experienced manager, ran for Mayor, Sarah refused to endorse her.

As Governor, she stepped outside of the box and put together of package of legislation known as "AGIA" that forced the oil companies to march to the beat of her drum.

Like most Alaskans, she favors drilling in the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge. She has questioned if the loss of sea ice is linked to global warming. She campaigned "as a private citizen" against a state initiaitive that would have either a) protected salmon streams from pollution from mines, or b) tied up in the courts all mining in the state (depending on who you listen to). She has pushed the State's lawsuit against the Dept. of the Interior's decision to list polar bears as threatened species.

McCain is the oldest person to ever run for President; Sarah will be a heartbeat away from being President.

There has to be literally millions of Americans who are more knowledgeable and experienced than she.

However, there's a lot of people who have underestimated her and are regretting it.

CLAIM VS FACT
*"Hockey mom": true for a few years.

*"PTA mom": true years ago when her first-born was in elementary school, not since.

*"NRA supporter": absolutely true

*social conservative: mixed. Opposes gay marriage, BUT vetoed a bill that would have denied benefits to employees in same-sex relationships (said she did this because it was unconsitutional).

*pro-creationism: mixed. Supports it, BUT did nothing as Governor to promote it.

*"Pro-life": mixed. Knowingly gave birth to a Down's syndrome baby BUT declined to call a special legislative session on some pro-life legislation

*"Experienced": Some high schools have more students than Wasilla has residents. Many cities have more residents than the state of Alaska. No legislative experience other than City Council. Little hands-on supervisory or managerial experience; needed help of a city administrator to run town of about 5,000.

*political maverick: not at all

*gutsy: absolutely!

*open & transparent: ??? Good at keeping secrets. Not good at explaining actions.

*has a developed philosophy of public policy: no

*"a Greenie": no. Turned Wasilla into a wasteland of big box stores and disconnected parking lots. Is pro-drilling off-shore and in ANWR.

*fiscal conservative: not by my definition!

*pro-infrastructure: No. Promoted a sports complex and park in a city without a sewage treatment plant or storm drainage system. Built streets to early 20th century standards.

*pro-tax relief: Lowered taxes for businesses, increased tax burden on residents

*pro-small government: No. Oversaw greatest expansion of city government in Wasilla's history.

*pro-labor/pro-union. No. Just because her husband works union doesn't make her pro-labor. I have seen nothing to support any claim that she is pro-labor/pro-union.

WHY AM I WRITING THIS?

First, I have long believed in the importance of being an informed voter. I am a voter registrar. For 10 years I put on student voting programs in the schools. If you google my name (Anne Kilkenny + Alaska), you will find references to my participation in local government, education, and PTA/parent organizations.

Secondly, I've always operated in the belief that "Bad things happen when good people stay silent". Few people know as much as I do because few have gone to as many City Council meetings.

Third, I am just a housewife. I don't have a job she can bump me out of. I don't belong to any organization that she can hurt. But, I am no fool; she is immensely popular here, and it is likely that this will cost me somehow in the future: that's life.

Fourth, she has hated me since back in 1996, when I was one of the 100 or so people who rallied to support the City Librarian against Sarah's attempt at censorship.

Fifth, I looked around and realized that everybody else was afraid to say anything because they were somehow vulnerable.

CAVEATS
I am not a statistician. I developed the numbers for the increase in spending & taxation 2 years ago (when Palin was running for Governor) from information supplied to me by the Finance Director of the City of Wasilla, and I can't recall exactly what I adjusted for: did I adjust for inflation? for population increases? Right now, it is impossible for a private person to get any info out of City Hall--they are swamped. So I can't verify my numbers.

You may have noticed that there are various numbers circulating for the population of Wasilla, ranging from my "about 5,000", up to 9,000. The day Palin's selection was announced a city official told me that the current population is about 7,000. The official 2000 census count was 5,460. I have used about 5,000 because Palin was Mayor from 1996 to 2002, and the city was growing rapidly in the mid-90's.

Anne Kilkenny
August 31, 2008

***

Dear Readers,

As I write, it has been more than a week since the email I wrote to friends and family about Sarah Palin began to ping-pong around the country. In that time I've received over 9,600 emails. I've lost track of the number of journalists--maybe 3 dozen?-- who have challenged me to provide sources to substantiate all that I mentioned in it. I have cooperated fully with everyone, providing all the information anyone has requested, and offering all the help I could.

It is a strange thing to have your words echo back to you from around the world. If I were to write my email today, I would make the following changes.

1) If I could change one word, it would be the word "hate". I said Sarah Palin hated me. That was inappropriate. I should have said that Sarah knows that she lost my support when she sought to remove books that she didn't like from the library.

One of the great things that America has given the world is the tradition of irenic debate: the understanding that we can agree to disagree, that there is a difference between disagreeing and disliking. I failed to demonstrate that important concept when I used the word "hate". Sarah has always been polite and gracious to me in public. I don't know how she feels about me, and it was inappropriate for me to use that ugly word to describe her feelings.

2) I wrote: "While Sarah was Mayor of Wasilla she tried to fire our highly respected City Librarian because the Librarian refused to consider removing from the library some books that Sarah wanted removed."

I should NOT have written ". . . because the Librarian refused . . . " . I should have written " . . . .after the Librarian refused. . . . "

3) If I were to write my email today I would add that I have no recollection of what specific book titles Mayor Palin wanted removed from the library, or if she even named any. There is a list of books out there; I know nothing about that list! It looks bogus to me.

4) I wrote: ""PTA mom": true years ago when her first-born was in elementary school, not since".

This appears to have been a somewhat inaccurate statement. Sarah Palin has referred to herself as a "PTA mom" for so long that I just assumed it was true. Having been active in PTA since 1996, I assumed that she was an officer before that. Even McCain, when announcing her as his running mate, referred to her executive experience in PTA. But the Alaska State PTA office says it has no record of Sarah Palin ever having been a PTA board member; they do record that she paid dues.

5) I wrote: "Nor has her life-style ever been anything like that of native Alaskans."

I should have capitalized "native", as in: Eskimo, Inupiat, Athabascan, etc.

For your information, I do not have a website, and I don't blog. So if you see my name out there attached to anything besides my original email and this, it's somebody else trying to smear me.

The response to my email has been totally unexpected and amazing. I am SO impressed and heartened! My inbox is full of story after story of generous, courageous, everyday people who have made personal sacrifices for the common good: stories of quiet courage. We are a nation of unsung heroes!

And ours is truly a Christian country. It is obvious to me that people are really trying hard to practice the Christian faith that they profess. I am so pleased by the thoughtful, respectful arguments that people have put forward for why they have chosen one ticket or the other. The vast majority of the people out there reject the Karl Rovian politics of personal destruction and wish that campaigns could be free of "spin" and "image".

I am pleased to know that the overwhelming majority of the readers of my email found the information helpful.

Dozens of journalists have researched what I have said. They have found nothing else to be inaccurate.

Anne Kilkenny
September 9, 2008

More Great Political Cartoons





from: www.worldmag.com

Monday, September 29, 2008

OBAMA & MCCAIN Saddleback Church Presidential Forum

In case you missed it here are the videos for the the Presidential Forum that took place. Obama and McCain were each asked the same set of questions separately.

Here are some questions/comments I have after watching the videos:
  1. The Question of Evil in the World:
    Does it worry anyone else that the only place McCain sees evil in the world is in the middle east, while Obama is able to see that there is evil all around us, on street corners, in child abusers, in genocide. I think that this was one of the many ways that McCain continued to slip the war in Iraq into ansers.
  2. Overall, I feel like McCain gave answers, while Obama gave solutions. I agree with McCain that abortion is wrong, and that life begins at conception; however, this is obviously something that we're not going to get all of America to agree on. In that view, while Obama's answer may not be what concervatives want to hear, his end focus is still the same: reducing the number of abortions... to top it off, he has a way of doing this. McCain mentioned nothing about exactly how he expected to reduce abortions, and judging by the fact that abortions have continued to grow over the past years, simply having a conservative president that can quip "at conception" isn't going to cut it.
  3. The Question of wealth. McCain side-stepped this question all over the stage saying that he didn't want to raise taxes on anyone. Yet he wants to continue a very expensive war, not to mention put in place quite a few other things that require having money. So where are we going to get it?
  4. War and Stories and Stump Speaches: McCain was able to fit The war, his time in war, or a story about war into every answer. Does this country really need someone so focused on war? The candidates were asked not to give stump speaches, but instead to have a conversation. Obama had an intelligent conversation. McCain used stump speaches.
You can read the full transcript of the speach here.
Or start watching the debate below. To continue, just go to YouTube here.

Thursday, September 25, 2008

Priceless.

Sometimes it's the comedians that speak the most truth:



From: http://www.worldmag.com/articles/14472

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Olympics pictures

Okay, so I've finally gotten some pictures from the Olympics up! :) Aren't you proud?? Enjoy!

Sunday, September 07, 2008

Did you get fired??!!

Well, I've made it through the first week of school. I guess, considering that I don't actually have classes this year, that's not as big of an accomplishment as if I had just had to spend 5 days trying to get 2.5-6 year olds to understand that their mommy and daddy love them, but they're not coming to get them until 4. Actually, I take that back. I did make a few (2) appearances in the P1 classroom. Snot and tears would be the two words I use to describe the experience. After that, I decided to fullfill my roll as the Grandparent of the Kindergarten. You know, the one that get's to go in, play with the kids, have fun, but has no responsibility to teach them anything :) So, I also made a few (2) appearances in the P2 classes to see my old kids from last year. I was attacked by shouts of "GOOD MORNING TEACHER JANAI!!!!!" Apparently, after a whole year, that's all they learned. Maybe I was a grandparent last year too. (haha)

On Thursday I ventured out to the Elementary School playground during their recess hour. While some may consider that a death wish (ball flying head high in every direction, little people everywhere, EVERYWHERE), I wanted to see my old, old kids. The ones I had taught as K1ers, and who had now graduated across the courtyard to the Elementary school. Before long, one spots me. It's Julia, one of my native English speakers. She comes running at me, flower buds filling up her hands. As she shows me how to pop the buds so that the flower springs forth we talk about the new year.

Julia: What kids are you teaching this year Teacher Janai?

Me: I'm not teaching this year.

Julia: You're not teaching? What are you doing? (she was very upset, suprised, and concerned)

Me: I'm making a magazine.

Julia: After you make the magazine who are you going to teach? (not teaching was not an option)

Me: I'm not teaching at all, I'm making the magazine all day.

At this point Julia got pensive, then, very seriously, she looked up at me and asked... "Did you get fired??"

Apparently if you don't teach, you don't work. :)

Bridge



Through the center of the LQ
Runs a canal.
Over the canal
Arches a bridge.
The bridge was once
Common.
Faded white.
Dwindling blue.
Old men fished off of it.
Kids raced over it.
Bikes zipped down its ramps.

But no one noticed it.

Then it got a face-lift.
A make-over.
A re-do.

Now it screams for joy.
Flashes bright yellow.
Shines electric pink.
People will take notice of me it says.
They will thank me for the fish
They catch off my sides
They will thank me for making
A walk from here to there
Shorter.
They will thank me for my ramps
That help their bikes
Zip
And zoooo.
They will take note
As I shout out loud
Live out proud.

But then their shoes scuff it up.
But then the fish guts leave a glup.
But then the wintery
Acidy
Rains
Make the paint fade
Away

Through the center of the LQ
Runs a canal.
Over the canal.
Arches a bridge.

Sunday, August 31, 2008

The Difference Between China and America

The JinQiao shopping center near where I live has a large cement expanse sweeping in front of it. It even has a nice little ramp area—a haven for burgeoning boarders. In the US, this kind of inadvertent skate-boarding haven would be complete with obvious “No Skating” signs and metal pieces hidden in the concrete just waiting to flatten any boarder who dared to ignore the NO. Security guards would constantly be wagging their finger at “those darn kids” as they did tricks and weaved through the area.

Contrast the JinQiao shopping area and China. No “NO” signs. No metal face-planting rivets. And as I walked through the glass doors of the entrance I passed a lone security guard: relaxed, arm crossed, and grinning as he watched a bunch of ex-pat kids from the near-by international school show of their skate-boarding skills.

Welcome Home

“Helloooooo Howww Aaaare Youuuuu?” My plane from San Francisco had just landed in Shanghai, China. It wasn’t my first time in China, in fact I was returning for a third year of battling 18 million people for a spot on the cement jungle that is Shanghai. After being gone for a month, I’m always a little worried that my Chinese won’t quite do it for the taxi driver, and that I’ll spend 10 minutes saying over and over “Long Dong Da Dao hu Guang Lan Lu!” This time the stress being on DA, and next time stressing the Dong. This time would be different. As soon as I sat down in the cab the driver croons at me four words I’m sure he’s been studying for the past year: “Helloooooo Howww Aaaare Youuuuu?”

Now, since China had been granted to show off it’s international prowess via the 2008 Summer Games, the media had been littered with reports on everything China. I had seen more than one report on how all the taxi drivers in Beijing were learning English for the upcoming Games. However, as far as I knew (or could tell from numerous taxi rides), Shanghai taxi drivers were far from being required to do the same. So, needless to say, I was surprised. I had snagged a super-excited-for-the-olympics-English-practicing Taxi driver. I did my best Chinese version of my address, and off we went, the radio babbling on and on about the Olympic games (which was one of the handful of phrases I could pull out of the jumble of Chinese words). For the rest of the ride he practiced his English. “Zhouguai—LEFT!” he would exclaim. “YoGuai—RIGHT!” “YiQiZhou—Keeep Going!” I sat in semi-confusion as I kept worrying that he had stopped practicing and had started actually asking if this is where he is suppose to Left, Right or YiQiZhou.

In the end I made it the the front steps of my apartment complex. He helped me unload my “Four bag” “heavy,” and then drove off into the Shanghai night happy that the LaoWei had understood his English.

Monday, May 26, 2008

He is...Happiness



"He is....Happiness." This is how one of the Chinese teachers described him to me; and, it is a statement that although it may not be exactly grammatically correct, is the only way to describe him.

Psalm 127:3 Behold, children are a gift of the LORD

His name is Jasper. He is somewhere between his 3rd and 4th year of life. He gives the best hugs out of any of my Kindergarteners. When he is sad, you can see it in his whole body (even if his face desperately tries to be happy), and he gives even better hugs. And when he is happy, he is happy with all that he is. When he's excited, he is the most excited. Sometimes he just can't control his excitement, the will of every atom in his body to LIVE—and then he gets in trouble for not sitting nicely :( He is genuine. He tries so hard to be good. He repeats anything you tell him louder, and with a bigger smile. He yearns to be loved. His name is Jasper.

Recently, my P1 students have been learning the dialogue:
"I'm sorry!"
"That's okay!"

At John's suggestion, I had 3-4 students form a line. Starting with the first student in line, I shuffled him backwards until he lightly bumped the student behing him. At that point, he would turn around and say: "I'm sorry!" And the other student would reply: "that's okay!" We would continue down the line until each student had bumped the student behind them and put this dialogue to use.

We hadn't reviewed this dialogue for about a week (which was also about the length of time that Jasper had been missing from class) and so I had slightly forgotten about the activity. Then, one morning, as all of the students were lining up on their dots, and forming two lines, I was walking along the line and talking with the children. Jasper was stading on the dot next to me, and I saw him moving over toward me, then promptly turn, and every so carefully, stick out his bottom until it bumpped my knee. He then swung around and with his shoulders shrugged (like I had forgotten I taught them) his high pitched voice calls something to me. I look at him and smile, and then continue to talk to the other child (Jasper often says things that no one can understand—not even the Chinese teachers). But then, he did it again. I'm a bit confused, as I still can't figure out exactly what he is saying after he so carefully knocks me with his bottom. Well, the third time was the charm. Finaly, I caught the muffled words "I'm sorry!" thrust from his mouth. At this I heard a click in my head (gears turning) and I reponded, "that's okay!" Jasper, content to finaly have gotten what he came for, then moved on to the next student who he walked straight at, did an about face, carefully bumped with his bottom, did another about face, and called "I'm sorry!" the entire time, being completely overjoyed that he knew just what to say after purposely bumping into people with his bottom. :)

And that, is just one of many Jasper Stories.

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Some are given...All are called...

Compliments of my Study Notes :) It's kinda poetic don't you think?

Some Christians are given Divine wisdom (1 Cor 13:8)
All beleivers are called to live wisely (Rom 16:19; Eph 5:15; Col 4:5)

Some Christians are given Extraordinary faith (1 Cor 12:9)
All Believers are called to walk by faith (2 Cor 5:7) and abound in faith (2 Cor 8:7); to take up the shield of faith (Eph 6:16) and pursue faith (1 Tim 6:12; 2 Tim 2:22)

Some Christians are given Special teaching gifts (1 Cor 12:28; Rom 12:7)
All Believers are called to teach others the truths of God (Matt 28:20; 2 Tim 2:2,24)

Some Christians are given Supernatural ability to help (1 Cor 12:28)
All Believers are called to serve one another in love (Gal 5:13) and to minister to others (Rom 12:7)

Some Christians are given the gift of exhortation (Rom 12:8)
All Believers are called to exhort one another daily (Heb 3:13)

Some Christians are given the ability to give with liberality (Rom 12:8)
All Believers are called to give "not grudgingly or of necessity" but cheerfully (2 Cor 9:7)

Some Christians are given Divine power to show mercy (Rom 12:8)
All Believers are called to be merciful (Luke 6:36; James 2:13)

Friday, May 09, 2008

New Friends


Not more than a block from our school/living quarters, is one of the coolest local streets in our Pudong, Shanghai area. Coming from an apartment area, and a school, that is sometimes a bit too full of westerners for living in China, this street is a breath of "fresh" air. It is lined with the types of little shops seen all over China. The ones that sell a conglomeration of different items ranging from household plumbing, to house slippers, to cell phone recharge cards, to pots and pans, to fake dvds. All of this is crowded into a space not much bigger than most people's front rooms, which is lined floor to ceiling with shelves. The pots sit next to the house slippers, the batteries site next to shower heads, and all of it looks as if, at the smallest movement, it would all some tumbling down creating a more jumbled mess than it already is. Intermingled with these catch-all shops are fruit and vegetables shops that lead back into wet markets selling grown goods along side unrefrigerated pigs legs, live fish, frogs, etc; hair salons, quicky marts (think 7-11), and small eateries.

At night this road becomes alive as meat-on-a-stick (the name says it all) sellers park their bikes along the side of the already narrow street, unfolding from the back a magically packed coal grill, complete with sticks, meat, and veggies for grilling. As the housing here generally has very small rooms, at night, after work, people migrate outdoors to relax, and hang out with friends. Fried noodle vendors and hot pot sellers park their wagons beside the meat-on-a-stick sellers, and before you know it, it's like a small street fair.

There are two small restaurants along this road that I particularly enjoy. One is the dumpling place (they sell dumplings), and the other is the Muslim Noodle place (they sell Muslim style noodle dishes). We name all the restaurants here by what kind of food they have, as we usually don't know their Chinese names.

The other day, two of the other Kindergarten teachers: Terry and Buffy, their friend who was visiting from Canada: Owen, and I, headed over to the Muslim Noodle place for lunch. It was a beautiful day, and eating at the Muslim Noodle place was a perfect chance to enjoy some cheap food (a full plate of noodles for about a dollar) and the great weather.

After snagging an available table outside, Buffy, Owen and I headed next next door to the convenience store to buy some drinks. When we came out, we found that Terry was now sitting at the table stationed beside ours (but belonging to the restaurant next door) with 3 other Chinese people. As we came over, one of the men motioned for us to pull up chairs, telling us (in Chinese) to join them, while at the same time waving down the waitress to order more food. When we protested saying that we had already ordered a full meal from the restaurant next door he waved off our words saying (again in Chinese) that it was okay, we could share, and that they had Hen hao chur --Very good food.

Buffy and Terry (whose Chinese is much better than mine) proceeded to have a good chat with the 3 Chinese people there. We found out who had kids, how old they were, where they lived, etc. These 3 strangers willingly shared all the food at their table with us, while talking cheerfully about the limited subjects we could. We talked about how China has so many beautiful places to see, and found out various places they had been traveling. Meanwhile, this whole episode also made me realize how dismal my Chinese was, and motivated me (again) to work harder at getting to a conversational level that was above "I am a teacher," "I'm from America," "It's nice to meet you."

Most of all, I was amazed at the kindness of strangers, and the willingness of these people to invite us into their lives, even if it was just for lunch. At one point in the conversation, more than halfway through the meal, Owen turned to me and said "Wait, so you guys don't know these people?" Nope, we didn't. And, not only did they share their food, and pay for the lunches we had already ordered from the other restaurant; but more so they shared a meal as if we were old friends. :)