Thursday, January 29, 2009

upgrade in the llama department


Tom and I have been living the good life in Omaha these last few weeks. It's snowy and beautiful here -a winter I haven't experienced in maybe twenty years. We're living with Tom's brother Patrick and his girlfriend Hannah who are super cool and have been amazingly kind to take us into their home for so long. Tom's been working at his friend Tony's auto body shop welding racks and doing other fun maintenance jobs, and I've been working with my friend Annemarie at Voices For Children, a non profit that works to promote better education, health, justice, and all those other rights that kids are not always afforded.



We lucked out in both the house and the job departments, and we think we've got enough in the bank to cover the cost of our AT hike (even with good health insurance thrown in there -don't get me started on that one). So, given our good fortune, we're changing our plan of giving 80% of donations collected through our Hike to End Hunger, and we'll now be giving 100% of donations to Heifer International projects in Bolivia.



Heifer International does wonderful work, and we're excited to provide even more support to families in Bolivia that can't afford to eat well. With the added twenty percent of donations that will now go to Heifer, we'll be able to get another llama! And that's just based off of donations we've already received. We hope friends and family will continue to contribute to our Hike to End Hunger in the coming weeks as we prepare for this great adventure.



Thanks, all, for your continued support!

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

so let us mark this day with remembrance

President Obama's inaugural address delivered today, January 20, 2009:




My fellow citizens:


I stand here today humbled by the task before us, grateful for the trust you have bestowed, mindful of the sacrifices borne by our ancestors. I thank President Bush for his service to our nation, as well as the generosity and cooperation he has shown throughout this transition.

Forty-four Americans have now taken the presidential oath. The words have been spoken during rising tides of prosperity and the still waters of peace. Yet, every so often the oath is taken amidst gathering clouds and raging storms. At these moments, America has carried on not simply because of the skill or vision of those in high office, but because We the People have remained faithful to the ideals of our forbearers, and true to our founding documents.


So it has been. So it must be with this generation of Americans.


That we are in the midst of crisis is now well understood. Our nation is at war, against a far-reaching network of violence and hatred. Our economy is badly weakened, a consequence of greed and irresponsibility on the part of some, but also our collective failure to make hard choices and prepare the nation for a new age. Homes have been lost; jobs shed; businesses shuttered. Our health care is too costly; our schools fail too many; and each day brings further evidence that the ways we use energy strengthen our adversaries and threaten our planet.


These are the indicators of crisis, subject to data and statistics. Less measurable but no less profound is a sapping of confidence across our land — a nagging fear that America's decline is inevitable, and that the next generation must lower its sights.


Today I say to you that the challenges we face are real. They are serious and they are many. They will not be met easily or in a short span of time. But know this, America — they will be met.


On this day, we gather because we have chosen hope over fear, unity of purpose over conflict and discord.


On this day, we come to proclaim an end to the petty grievances and false promises, the recriminations and worn out dogmas, that for far too long have strangled our politics.
We remain a young nation, but in the words of Scripture, the time has come to set aside childish things. The time has come to reaffirm our enduring spirit; to choose our better history; to carry forward that precious gift, that noble idea, passed on from generation to generation: the God-given promise that all are equal, all are free, and all deserve a chance to pursue their full measure of happiness.


In reaffirming the greatness of our nation, we understand that greatness is never a given. It must be earned. Our journey has never been one of short-cuts or settling for less. It has not been the path for the faint-hearted — for those who prefer leisure over work, or seek only the pleasures of riches and fame. Rather, it has been the risk-takers, the doers, the makers of things — some celebrated but more often men and women obscure in their labor, who have carried us up the long, rugged path toward prosperity and freedom.


For us, they packed up their few worldly possessions and traveled across oceans in search of a new life.


For us, they toiled in sweatshops and settled the West; endured the lash of the whip and plowed the hard earth.


For us, they fought and died, in places like Concord and Gettysburg; Normandy and Khe Sahn.


Time and again these men and women struggled and sacrificed and worked till their hands were raw so that we might live a better life. They saw America as bigger than the sum of our individual ambitions; greater than all the differences of birth or wealth or faction.


This is the journey we continue today. We remain the most prosperous, powerful nation on Earth. Our workers are no less productive than when this crisis began. Our minds are no less inventive, our goods and services no less needed than they were last week or last month or last year. Our capacity remains undiminished. But our time of standing pat, of protecting narrow interests and putting off unpleasant decisions — that time has surely passed. Starting today, we must pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, and begin again the work of remaking America.


For everywhere we look, there is work to be done. The state of the economy calls for action, bold and swift, and we will act — not only to create new jobs, but to lay a new foundation for growth. We will build the roads and bridges, the electric grids and digital lines that feed our commerce and bind us together. We will restore science to its rightful place, and wield technology's wonders to raise health care's quality and lower its cost. We will harness the sun and the winds and the soil to fuel our cars and run our factories. And we will transform our schools and colleges and universities to meet the demands of a new age. All this we can do. And all this we will do.


Now, there are some who question the scale of our ambitions — who suggest that our system cannot tolerate too many big plans. Their memories are short. For they have forgotten what this country has already done; what free men and women can achieve when imagination is joined to common purpose, and necessity to courage.


What the cynics fail to understand is that the ground has shifted beneath them — that the stale political arguments that have consumed us for so long no longer apply. The question we ask today is not whether our government is too big or too small, but whether it works — whether it helps families find jobs at a decent wage, care they can afford, a retirement that is dignified. Where the answer is yes, we intend to move forward. Where the answer is no, programs will end. And those of us who manage the public's dollars will be held to account — to spend wisely, reform bad habits, and do our business in the light of day — because only then can we restore the vital trust between a people and their government.


Nor is the question before us whether the market is a force for good or ill. Its power to generate wealth and expand freedom is unmatched, but this crisis has reminded us that without a watchful eye, the market can spin out of control - and that a nation cannot prosper long when it favors only the prosperous. The success of our economy has always depended not just on the size of our gross domestic product, but on the reach of our prosperity; on our ability to extend opportunity to every willing heart — not out of charity, but because it is the surest route to our common good.


As for our common defense, we reject as false the choice between our safety and our ideals. Our Founding Fathers, faced with perils we can scarcely imagine, drafted a charter to assure the rule of law and the rights of man, a charter expanded by the blood of generations. Those ideals still light the world, and we will not give them up for expedience's sake. And so to all other peoples and governments who are watching today, from the grandest capitals to the small village where my father was born: Know that America is a friend of each nation and every man, woman and child who seeks a future of peace and dignity, and that we are ready to lead once more.


Recall that earlier generations faced down fascism and communism not just with missiles and tanks, but with sturdy alliances and enduring convictions. They understood that our power alone cannot protect us, nor does it entitle us to do as we please. Instead, they knew that our power grows through its prudent use; our security emanates from the justness of our cause, the force of our example, the tempering qualities of humility and restraint.


We are the keepers of this legacy. Guided by these principles once more, we can meet those new threats that demand even greater effort — even greater cooperation and understanding between nations. We will begin to responsibly leave Iraq to its people and forge a hard-earned peace in Afghanistan. With old friends and former foes, we will work tirelessly to lessen the nuclear threat and roll back the specter of a warming planet. We will not apologize for our way of life, nor will we waver in its defense, and for those who seek to advance their aims by inducing terror and slaughtering innocents, we say to you now that our spirit is stronger and cannot be broken; you cannot outlast us, and we will defeat you.


For we know that our patchwork heritage is a strength, not a weakness. We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus — and non-believers. We are shaped by every language and culture, drawn from every end of this Earth; and because we have tasted the bitter swill of civil war and segregation and emerged from that dark chapter stronger and more united, we cannot help but believe that the old hatreds shall someday pass; that the lines of tribe shall soon dissolve; that as the world grows smaller, our common humanity shall reveal itself; and that America must play its role in ushering in a new era of peace.


To the Muslim world, we seek a new way forward, based on mutual interest and mutual respect. To those leaders around the globe who seek to sow conflict or blame their society's ills on the West — know that your people will judge you on what you can build, not what you destroy. To those who cling to power through corruption and deceit and the silencing of dissent, know that you are on the wrong side of history; but that we will extend a hand if you are willing to unclench your fist.


To the people of poor nations, we pledge to work alongside you to make your farms flourish and let clean waters flow; to nourish starved bodies and feed hungry minds. And to those nations like ours that enjoy relative plenty, we say we can no longer afford indifference to suffering outside our borders; nor can we consume the world's resources without regard to effect. For the world has changed, and we must change with it.


As we consider the road that unfolds before us, we remember with humble gratitude those brave Americans who, at this very hour, patrol far-off deserts and distant mountains. They have something to tell us today, just as the fallen heroes who lie in Arlington whisper through the ages. We honor them not only because they are guardians of our liberty, but because they embody the spirit of service; a willingness to find meaning in something greater than themselves. And yet, at this moment — a moment that will define a generation — it is precisely this spirit that must inhabit us all.


For as much as government can do and must do, it is ultimately the faith and determination of the American people upon which this nation relies. It is the kindness to take in a stranger when the levees break, the selflessness of workers who would rather cut their hours than see a friend lose their job which sees us through our darkest hours. It is the firefighter's courage to storm a stairway filled with smoke, but also a parent's willingness to nurture a child, that finally decides our fate.


Our challenges may be new. The instruments with which we meet them may be new. But those values upon which our success depends — hard work and honesty, courage and fair play, tolerance and curiosity, loyalty and patriotism — these things are old. These things are true. They have been the quiet force of progress throughout our history. What is demanded then is a return to these truths. What is required of us now is a new era of responsibility — a recognition, on the part of every American, that we have duties to ourselves, our nation and the world, duties that we do not grudgingly accept but rather seize gladly, firm in the knowledge that there is nothing so satisfying to the spirit, so defining of our character, than giving our all to a difficult task.


This is the price and the promise of citizenship.


This is the source of our confidence — the knowledge that God calls on us to shape an uncertain destiny.


This is the meaning of our liberty and our creed — why men and women and children of every race and every faith can join in celebration across this magnificent mall, and why a man whose father less than 60 years ago might not have been served at a local restaurant can now stand before you to take a most sacred oath.


So let us mark this day with remembrance, of who we are and how far we have traveled. In the year of America's birth, in the coldest of months, a small band of patriots huddled by dying campfires on the shores of an icy river. The capital was abandoned. The enemy was advancing. The snow was stained with blood. At a moment when the outcome of our revolution was most in doubt, the father of our nation ordered these words be read to the people:


"Let it be told to the future world ... that in the depth of winter, when nothing but hope and virtue could survive ... that the city and the country, alarmed at one common danger, came forth to meet [it]."


America. In the face of our common dangers, in this winter of our hardship, let us remember these timeless words. With hope and virtue, let us brave once more the icy currents and endure what storms may come. Let it be said by our children's children that when we were tested we refused to let this journey end, that we did not turn back nor did we falter; and with eyes fixed on the horizon and God's grace upon us, we carried forth that great gift of freedom and delivered it safely to future generations.

Monday, January 19, 2009

30 things i believe -by Tarak McLain


Tarak is seven years old, and he wrote this:

30 Things I Believe

I believe life is good.
I believe God is in everything.
I believe we're all equal.
I believe we can help people.
I believe everyone is weird in their own way.
I believe hate is a cause for love.
I believe that when I meditate I feel peaceful.
I believe we should be generous.
I believe brothers and sisters should be kind to each other.
I believe kids should respect their parents.
I believe I should not whine.
I believe people should wake up early.
I believe people should go outside more.
I believe in nature.
I believe people should use less trees.
I believe we should help the Arctic and rainforest animals.
I believe people shouldn't throw litter on the ground.
I believe people should not smoke.
I believe God is in good and bad.
I believe in magic.
I believe people should not give up.
I believe love is everywhere.
I believe that God helps us to have a good time.
I believe we live best in a community.
I believe we can protect people in danger.
I believe we should help the poor.
I believe it's OK to die but not to kill.
I believe war should not have started.
I believe war should stop.
I believe we can make peace.


To listen to Tarak read this in his own voice, and to see more pictures of this wise little man, go to http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=99478226


Saturday, January 17, 2009

the thrills and chills of pre-inauguration

I'm sitting in my car; it's seven thirty in the morning, four degrees outside, and not much warmer in my car. As I'm waiting for someone else to arrive at my new workplace to open the door, I'm listening to NPR. They're covering a story on the books Barack Obama has been reading.

My undeniable crush deepens. I know I am not alone in this. An eloquent, intelligent, proactive, thoughtful hunk is about to be our president. Is anyone else shaking with anticipation? Given the incredible amount of media coverage, the millions anticipated to be present for his inauguration, and the air of excitement that is coursing through every city in America, yeah, I think so.

But the excitement is dampened just a little by the enormity of what we're facing. A war that has lasted too long. A world economy in shambles. Israel is talking about upping their offensive in Gaza while Bin Laden sounds his battle cry for retaliation. Our foreign relations are in disrepair. The environment is deteriorating. And the entire WORLD is looking at Obama to step in and fix it all. Whispers of assassimation make me want to cry. Can my superhero do it? Will he soar? Or is it that no matter what he does, he will come under relentless attack for not being good enough, fast enough, smart enough?

How about we step up and, instead of complaining, ask what we can do to help? I want to help. I want Obama to say, Americans, here's what I need from you. . . And I'll do it. I will call my congressman or ride my bike to work or buy stock in potatoes or get my teeth cleaned or do whatever it is I need to do to show my support for this great country and its new and improved leadership.

Mr. Obama, you must be wildly aware of this already, but we are behind you. May you have peace as you take on this new role. May you be well and happy, your family blessed, and your actions guided by wisdom. And finally, thanks. This is a big job, and I'm glad you're the one to do it.

Saturday, January 10, 2009

happy 30th tom!


Happy Birthday honey! Three decades. Boy howdy. It's almost like we're adults now.


We got some friends in Omaha to help us celebrate.


Picking out gifts was a snap this year, since we need about fifty types of gear for the trail. Here's some new stuff sacks and a 2 oz. backpacker's pooper scooper -the ipood.



I also got Tom five inches of snow. Gotta love the midwest. Virginia's winters are triffling these days! I love this snowy cold weather out here.



You are the hottest and sweetest, Tom Sullivan. I love you real bad. Happy b-day.

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

now this is winter


In normal Tom and Anna fashion, we took a little road trip to bring in the new year with some excellent friends from Peace Corps Bolivia up in northern Minnesota. It was a grand reunion.
Nine of us came from all over the country (Alaska, Cali, VA, Ohio, Indiana, Kentucky, and Florida) to convene at Britta's familiy's cabin on Leech Lake, where we spent four days playing in the snow, talking by the fire, smoking the hookah, dancing, singing, drinking, and hugging -all those wholesome things peace corps volunteers do.



There was a foot and a half of snow on the ground, and an enormous frozen lake to play on. A true winter playground. The temperature got up to around zero degrees most days. At night it went down to negative twenty or thirty. Which was chilly. But we bundled up and had a blast outside. And in.


Tom and George playing uno at the picnic table.



Naya and her pretty, frozen lashes.



Britta with Paul Bunyon's girlfriend there in the background. Nice girl, kind of big, but real friendly.


Me and Emily tucked in after a cold night hike.



george, jacky, inflatable small snowman, tom, inflatable big snowman, and inflatable smaller snowman.



Out on the lake. Too snowy to skate on, but perfect for the hat game.


In the hat game, played by two people, there is a hat on the ground, and the goal of the game is to get your opponoent to touch the hat. No other rules. Lots of snow in the face. Very fun.



This is Chapare, Emily's dog which she brought home from her site in the hot desert of Bolivia. Despite his climactic upbringing, he was a champion in the snow.


Me and Tom. Just plain happy.



representing bolivia. The flag on the left is Bolivia's national flag. the flag on the right is called a wipala, the flag of the indiginous tribes of the Andes.



Ben, pant sledding.


family photo by the fireplace.



It wouldn't be a party without Charlotte McGurgle, our trusty hookah.


that's tiffany. ben pushed her over.



What a fine way to bring in the new year. It was wonderful to be amongst our close friends from Bolivia, to talk about all we're going through in life, how it's been being back home, what each of us is loving and hating and grateful for and missing. I miss those peeps. We made some really amazing friends down there.

For new years, we turned over all the clocks, turned off our phones, and took off our watches. Instead of celebrating a short moment, we all took turns throughout the night leading everyone through whatever sort of moment we felt called to -group hugs, sharing things to be thankful for, dance-offs, backrubs, projections at where we'll be a year from now -man, what a bunch of hippies. I loved every minute of it.

And Ben, it's true, your french toast is the best.

Saturday, January 3, 2009

my kind of christmas


It's so nice to be home for the holidays. There's nothing like being with family this time of year.


We celebrated Christmas with the Montgomery clan in VA. The theme for this year's gifts: Home mades and Hand-me-ups. That meant all gifts were made with our own sweat and tears (well, more like sugar and butter) or donated from our collections of drawers and closets. End result: fabulous edible, wearable, gifts that had more thought than cash put into them.

And we finally got to eat the meal Tom and I spent so many days in Bolivia fantasizing about. Christmas dinner at my mom and dad's is what I would choose if I had to eat one meal for the rest of my life. Roast beef, mashed potatoes, yorkshire pudding, and chocolate log for dessert. I bet there was a vegetable in there, but I don't remember it. Mmm, that kitchen smelled so good.

Other highlights from our time in Charlottesville in December:


Making loads of holiday goodies. Eating loads of holiday goodies.
Playing with friends. Here's Jed, our godson playing with the best toy man ever invented -the cardboard box.


Throwing parties. Going to parties.
Being with our good friends.

At one holiday get together, there were five of us who'd been in the Peace Corps. At 30, I was the youngest of the five, and in her late 70's, Ginger was the most grown up of all. She is a current volunteer in South Africa. The others, who were all in the Peace Corps in the 60's: Alison, my ma, served in Malaysia, Trina was in the Marshall Islands, and Rick was in Panama. So cool.

Kirby and Jenna came to visit us after Christmas. We stayed at the farm house and it was just like the good old days in Free Union. It's so good to be home amongst great friends and beautiful places.


Gabe and Luke went goose hunting and got two geese, and Sunny, Jessie, and I helped pluck them. That was the coolest thing i've ever plucked. The outer feathers came off first, in big handfuls, revealing a layer of thick, warm down underneath. We bagged up the down (covering ourselves in feathers from head to toe in the process) and Gabe cooked the birds. That's the good Virginia life right there.

Our friends threw a sweet Christmas Sweater party.

And we had a fun get together for Jessie's b-day.

I made a cheesecake for her, and then Tom drop kicked it on the way to the car.
But we scooped up a good portion of it, and gave it to her anyway.


She didn't mind a bit.

Pics from North Carolina to Virginia