The computer is acting funny, and I want to get out not only one post but a q/a session as well, so I'm gonna make this quick and sweet, and move on.
Saturday...what did I do on Saturday...woke up...read a book...drove to market and did some chores...fooled around on the internet a bit...oh yeah! And I tried my first attempt at cooking...It didn't go so well...the pan was a stick pan...so the chicken stuck...the soy sauce boiled instead of making a soup...the oil might have been wrong...the chicken was a little undercooked and had to be recooked...and because of all the above problems and me getting frantic I added way too much spices. I couldn't sleep all night because my bowels were doing many things they weren't supposed to...and I've been pooping fire all day...yeah...better luck next time.
Today was a lazy day. Because of the aforesaid sleeping problem I slept in till twelve, and didn't do all that much all day. The computer was on the fritz though. We're getting this kernel panic error message, and aren't sure how to fix it. I printed out 42 pages of stuff on kernel panic, and none of them are definitive as to what the problem is. We think that the problem was caused by a lack of RAM, because we had fifty-eleven things on the desktop, but it failed again when I was carrying it away from the Uphouse. Maybe kernel panic can be caused by the power cord somehow? Do you have any ideas mac-fan boss?
Note: Was supposed to end there but computer crapped out last night. Today I went back into the field, and it went pretty normal. Lots of kids though. And we got home a little late. Then I immidaetly walked to icon and started finishing this...And Worry not...now I'm taking water, sobo (concentrated sugarwater) and food in the mornings, so I wont relapse. Plus Leslie checks up on me a lot to make sure I'm doing fine.
Now for the first, and most masochistic q/a session ever...I.E. I will respond to all comments that deserve, or ask for responses...kids...this is why procrastination is bad...
Btw, note that I just respond, Unless you want to go check the comments as you read this just look for ones where I'm responding to you unless you really want to bore yourself.
"Testing Testing"
Great to see some people are going back to the beginning, despite how ridiculously long it will be to go from beginning to the present. And some even commented! I really should find a way to view traffic so I can either depress myself less or a whole lot more, depending on how many people are actually reading.
KK - The language in southern Malawi is called Chichewa, and no I don't need to speak it, as most people in the cities speak English as well, and at the sites the nurses translate the more difficult phrases. I am however trying to learn...as soon as I can locate that darn book I lost...
"Laff at me everyone!!!!!!"
Nice to see all the family relations putting in their two cents worth. I aprecciate it.
xoLBIxLieshxo - I have to ask, where'd you find that convoluted name? And at the risk of redundancy, how would I forget that you're my cousin Jules?
drkbowes - How would one capitolize on being here?
sunin - Again at the risk of redundancy, I'll be sure to stop by soon after I get back, mk?
kk - Of course I have bad kharma, just ask a Bevard...they will give you lots of examples...
"Terms of use"
Well, this page didn't work as well as I had hoped...either noone is reading it or noone is commenting...neither on is comforting but I'd prefer it if everyone was just to lazy to comment. (I can relate to lazy)
malawi mom - Cmon! You couldn't even make it out of the airport!? I expected better of you! Haha kidding. Nice to know I'm missed.
Rita - Why is no more than three names cheating? Is BobJames reading this really? Or did they just say they were going to? I can understand if they chose not to, seeing as I tend to ramble about nonsensical stuff like now. And I send off the info eventually, were you on the list?
beccablue - Here starts the amazing commenter! n.n That's great that your guard is doing well, I hope you make yourself proud. And be sure so save a video so I can see when I get back mk?
"Touchdown"
Just putting it out there, I know where both you smart assses live...watch yourselves...
Ulf - Yeah Internet is slow here and up until recently we didnt have even a half decent connection. And then the kernel panic...so there be difficulties with the pics...I'll get them up eventually...somehow...And a hot tub eh...thats gonna be just great for some little five year old to run over and drop books in...
"Awayinmalawi"
Wow a good number of posts this time..
Aggie - thats really cool! Its true that giving something that doesn't mean much to us could make a huge difference to someone here in Africa. Glad to see the involved post. =)
Aunt Jo - Thanks for the compliment about the wittyness, but its really just me running at the "mouth" like I always do.
Ulf - Yes I REALLY am in Africa. Oh and Im glad to hear about the TV. Sounds like the five year old can drop it in the bathtub and/or start a fire with it. =)
Janet - Yeah, I'm glad I got picked up too...I can imagine so many ways I could end up in an unfavorable condition...many involve bikes...oh wait that would be Calvert County wouldnt it? And let me tell you the bookstore wasn't the same without you either.
Dennis - I am completely at a loss as to how to respond to that much praise.
"Picture day...or not?"
Medium Bill - Thanks
Malawi Mom - The pictures beg to differ
1) Excuses.
2)Red sites are ones we go to, Blue sites are the ones that took over themselves.
3)There's ALWAYS Chichewa.
4)Dunno. And there are many cases like hers. Painwise. Agewise. = (
5)Giant thermos is for stool study.
I AM that far away.
Kathleen - Nice to hear from you.
Ulf - I havent used flikr, because the connection is too terrible to upload photos and oh wait I'm being redundant.
"First (work) day"
First off, the box was full of letters for every Saturday from now till January, and holidays. Filled with one candy each. And YES I'm greatful, but you must UNDERSTAND how much self control it takes not to eat them all NOW!!!
Malawi Mom - Eh. You share jerkdom.
Ulf - Weren't they?
Bill - Are you SURE that your icons class is reading this? Because I haven't seen any comments. Of course you could have spared them reading every individual novel of a post...I'd understand. =)
Cheyrl Easton - The entire marching band isn't reading this are they? That would kind of freak me out.
Adelle Conolly - Nice to hear from you, It's been a long time since freshman year hasn't it?
Tegethoffs - Pah! Safety is for noobs who want to live...oh wait...
And Michelle, you can, the hardest part is getting of your ass and doing it, I say from experience, as I almost didn't do this. (I was thinking about it for a while, and if I had pondered for too much longer it wouldn't have happened.)
Mrs Evartt - YAY MRS EVARTT!! Do you remember how many grey hairs I gave you in your class? Say hi to Mr Evartt for me, and thanks for the fun 1/2 year each of you.
Ciotti - If you want to do something like this prepare to do lots of research if you want to do an off the wall program like this one, and want your time to make a difference. OR you can volunteer into Americorps or the Peace Corps. Those are always good choices.
"One day late (O.M.G.)"
Malawi Mom - Sure you're the same person. Parents. See one noun.
Ulf - I'm taking your advice to heart, as I've had indigestion so many times here. Although maybe my stomach just can't handle mow much spice I'm shoving into it?
"Car Trouble"
Medium Bill - Jerk laugh it up. (And mom is a jerk too by association)
Aunt Jo - Haha. That made me laugh, true though.
Sunin - Actually I kept pulling down my net so I got about 37 bites in a week! X (
Becca Boo - The hitchikers guide is indescribable. Read it. NAO!
Jimmy - ...We call it stool here...thanks for your...help...though...xP
"Sorry for the wait, did you miss me?"
Kathleen - Wow someone beat my parents to the first post? Wow!
Rita - I've got lots! And you can't see them!
Ulf - You were kidding right?
Caitlyn - What hubbub?
"Lazy weekend"
Malawi Mom -
1)We have to live in the house.
2)Very steady.
3)No. We work our asses off to feed the kids. And none of us want to cook on the weekends.
Ulf - Roads range from dirt with many many many potholes, to pavement with many many potholes. I cant describe the amount of bicyles.
Becca - Are you always that excitable?
"Tired. This be quick. Maybe."
Nice to see noone wants me home any time soon... =)
Pam - Crap, you were the one who called him miss joy? Oops gave the wrong person credit. And we live in a nice completely not like Malawi compound.
Malawi Mom - Getting tired skipping replying to your too big comment.
Lynn - Have they been reading it? Any input on how what I'm describing is different from what they experienced?
"Somtimes its gonna be real hard to make a title..."
Wow I misspelled the title...Phail...
Malawi Mom - Oh come on, now that I'm gone you cant control your tear ducts anymore? Plus you KNOW me. This kind of broad thinking isn't unusal, I just had better food for thought than I usually do.
Peggy - WHY IS EVERYONE CRYING OVER THIS? Haha, thanks for the input though, and its cool that you got the same feeling as me.
Becca - Actually its primary focus is research, and because of that research it has actually been adopted as the preferred malnoutrition treatment worldwide...I think...not sure where I could site that from so don't quote me but I remember reading SOMETHING like that. I remember a UN somethingorother...Oh and your tight hugs are starting to make me arms ache.
Liz - It even made you misty? Dang, oh wait is contemplator a bad thing? (Crap!)
"Long Hiatus explained"
MediumBill - We just cut it out because its a useless piece of brainmatter and gave it to you, Mr falls-asleep-at-eight-oclock.
Aggie - Actually I do believe it is an accident of nature, although accident is probably not the word I'd use, I'll get back to this later, not gonna spend the twenty five minutes it'd take to explain it now.
Jo - Weather is hot as *insert vulgar heat refrence here.*
Pam - Read the Tao of pooh already. Guy comes off as kinda condescending. Should read the cave sometime.
Becca - Ouch. So many tight hugs...I think I'm getting a circular bruise.
John, Gaeli, Raleen, Barbrann - Thanks for saying hi.
"SORRy"
Eww terrible misscapitolization.
Just for the sake of putting this out there, I'm upping my own ante, I need to post four times to not owe favors...which means I owe some from this week...greaaaaaat. I'll make a tally at the bottom.
Thanks for the posts, can't think of a way to reply...plus I'm getting cramps.
"Catchup"
Malawi Mom - Yes it applies to you...I wish it didn't...but it does...
Chris - Oh gods I owe YOU a favor?!
Becca - I would love to reply to that...but wow I don't have the time tonight, I want to eat and sleep too. Thanks for the length though, I read the whole thing!
Elhibri - It would be impossible to crush my sense of humor! And plus without a sense of humor this would probably be really depressing...and even with a sense of humor it will occasionally get you anyway.
"Normal-ish day 1"
Yeah, Im gonna use this title for every "About Malawi," so keep an eye out for that.
Grand Pop - Then I shudder to think of the states of those countries...
Aunt Jo - Not sure if there is any Moto t-shirts...I didn't see any in the stands and thats not a good sign...And as you read it might be a better idea to ask MOM about the chicken.
Ulf - GO CYCLING!!! Kinda obscene that even though you can bike everywhere you still need to prove that you are capable of driving after your incident.
bbb0000000 - did I get enough b's and o's? not sure...And we could easily crunch some numbers once we get a couple hundred entered to see if the 25% and the 10% work similarly. The stool needs to be analyzed in the states though, and that will take a lot of time. But a "final" verdict is probably a long time coming.
Catlyn D - I wish I got a vacation back in the states...but that would just be too freaking expensive...and it kinda makes me nervous that your goig to show that to someone majoring in the subject...I can just imagine..."No...that wasn't how it went, actually..."
A.MJ - Great to hear from you, and what do you mean by a "real eduacation?"
"Near death experience"
BWAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAAAAAAA! I'm glad this got the desired respose! Hehe...
Mediumbill - I know. Aren't you glad I told you?
Malawi Mom - I'm fine now. I pulled this stunt in high school remember? Not eating untill I got home? Just turns out the circumstances are (a little) different this time. Am I worrying you now? I wasn't aware you knew how. *Imagines mom kicking me out the door to Malawi, Figuratively* Kidding of course.
Kathleen - You have no Idea how happy that comment made me...or how long it took me to stop laughing. Just tell me, were the screams together or did they come at an interval?
Aggie - Don't waste your favor on that, becuase Leslie is going into mother mode trying to keep me alive, she's doing it for you.
Liz - I think they might have, except the part of their brain that processes hyperbole and sarcasm died when they saw near death.
booooo - I usually try not to off myself, and I'm still trying to get those pics up.
Adele Connoly - Juju cn use aything that they think has spiritual signifigance. Monkeys paws are most common. Wikipedia it. I wiki'd it right after the game and thats where I found my info.
Sunin - Yes I'm fine now, very fine in fact. So dont worry too much ok? And I'm glad to hear that she still likes me, I was afraid that she'd forget me with this long absence.
If I didn't respond to a comment its because I don't know you very well, and can't come up with a responce on the fly. However, from this point forward I will (try to) answer every comment with a responce on Sundays. Thank You all for your comments. They are all (mostly, you smartasses) aprecciated.
Favors owed:
Boooo - 4
Sunin - 1
Adele Connoly - 1
Liz - 1
Aggie - 1
Kathleen - 1
Mom - 1
Dad - 1
Grand pop - 1
Aunt Jo - 1
Ulf - 1
Caitlyn D - 1
A.MJ - 1
Chris - 1
Elhibri - 1
Grandma...I think - 1
Note you can only get one favor per week...BUT OH MY GOD...I need to get this blog unde control...If this happens too often...I'll be in such deep crap...I mean look...Chris...Mom...Dad...Ulf...who knows what they'd make me do!?!
Newayz. This post is so completely done.
TTYL
---He whose fingers are about to mutiny...oh wait...there they go...
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Friday, October 17, 2008
Near death experience
Hi guys, I almost died yesterday...BWAHAHAHAHA! Nah, just kidding, thats a blatant Sharpferbole, (A very blatant exaggeration that we Scharpfs are prone to making.) but I did really feel like shit yesterday. More on that later, when it falls into its correct chronological place.
So let me start with Wednesday, with a minor preface from Tuesday night. On tuesday I forgot to eat. I've pretty much been running on an "eat when you feel hungry" schedule, which worked because I was ravenous every time I got home. So Tuesday went like this. Morning:"CRAP I'M LATE!" (No time for food.) And we never have food at the sites, I'td be rude to eat in front of the moms. And when I got home my usual craving never hit in, so I just forgot.
So here we get to Wednesday. In the morning I again forgot to eat. No time. No biggie though right? I wasn't hungry or anything. And the day was pretty typical. Couple small bouts of light headedness though. A couple kids to stool, one new set. Nothing strenuous. I think my main job in the future will be double checking all the data entry on the cards before we send them off, because there are some minor and major discrepancies on some.
And then the long ride to Namandanje. Joy. It was fun when we arrived though. There was a soccer game going on for middle schoolers. I watched it for about an hour, making faces at the random people who kept feeling an urge to stare at the azungu. It was fun though, as I got to practice some weird faces I havent had cause to make in a while, such as making my eyes roll into the back of my head. (That one got the best reactions.)
Afterwards I got a crowd of little kids, so I showed of my psp's music a little, as I feel the urge to spread rock to this barren wasteland that lacks any, and I spun them around for like half an hour. To explain what I mean by spin around, Grab both hands. Pull in a circular motion around yourself untill their feet leave the ground. Keep spinning them in circles until you are gonna fall over. TRY to get them to the ground without hurting yourself. Try to not hurt yourself while the world can't decide where it wants to be. Repeat. Haha, it was fun though.
At the mission the food was good as usual, and the usual animals were there to. Just to name the animals this father has, there's three cats, a hedgehog and there used to be a monkey. In fact, I used to have aspirations to pick up said hedgehog, bug I'm re-evaluating. I saw the little dude catch a cockroach and eat it. I probably have more to fear than just his spines.
Now the next morning is where things get fun. I woke up with a splitting headache and stomach cramps at four in the morning. I couldn't sleep and didn't get out of bed until 6. After that it seemed to have subsided, but when I got to the site dizzy spells started to hammer me, until I couldn't even stand anymore. So I got a chair and worke sitting down for an hour and a half. After that it got so bad that the only relief I could get was from laying down on a wooden table. I ended up laying there for two hours.
A quick background on what this feels like, ever had a headache where every jolt, every quick movement was painful, and there is no relief unless you can become stationary, like laying down? Well this is exacly like that, except switch pain with exreme dizzyness.
Actually, I though I might be dehydrated, but I had drank a crapton of water at Namandanje, and wasn't sure. It was kind of pointless though, because the water we brought from the mission wasn't purified, and was unsafe. Despite that though, I snuck out to drink some of it partway through the day. Oh and in the mess I was feeling all day I forgot my cell in Namandanje, so no phone calls this week.
When I got back in the car, I wasn't sure how I was gonna make it. I mean, the only relief was to be had from laying horizontal, (not possible in a car) without any jostling. (not possible on Malawi roads) Eventually we stopped at a supermarket and I bought, and drank 1.5 liters of water. I felt a lot better after that, so I guessed I was probably dehydrated. However...
Once I got to he house I immediately went to sleep. And I slept fo about two more hours. When I woke up, BANG! Another dizzy spell. While struggling Leslie told me that dehydration is a misnomer, and means that your body is missing water, or salt, or some other vital nutrients. AKA, the water I had earlier was just a temporary solution. I had a bowl of ramen then, in hopes that it would help me. And it did. Kinda.
But it didn't go away completely. So here are my symptopms at this point. Dizzyness. Lots of Dizzyness. Joint pain. Stomach cramps. A very accelerated pulse. Headaches (When I woke up.) Very Lethargic. Pale. Flushed (In the cheeks.) Running a fever. (1 degree over) Many of these are symptoms of a long day at work coupled with a long day of work and dehydration, but considering that I had been bitten by about 40 mosquitos two weeks ago, (Kept pulling my bugnet down) we figured I should go get tested for malaria.
Quick disclaimer about Malaria. Yes it is deadly. Yes it can cause massive damage to oneself, for example, there is one subsect called cerebral Malaria that can cause brain damage. However, the most deadly aspect of Malaria (in my mind) is the way it operates. It causes your red blood cells, infected with the parisites ruptures generating more parisites, IN WAVES. Meaning you're fine for two weeks after the infection then Bam! You have a fever. Then it goes away. Then Bam! You have another. Its worse. Et cetera. This can continue for a while before anyone, especialy in the more rural areas, realizes that they have malaria, and by then it is often too late. If caught early, and supposing that you don't need to use it often, the medication will usually cover you. (Using it too often can cause alergic reactions)
So I got tested, and I'm negative. YAY! However just to be safe they prescribed LA (the medication) anyway. Woohoo. So anyways, I don't have Malaria, I just need to eat more often. =)
Anyway, I stayed home today though. Just to be sure I didn't overdo it again. So after sleeping way later than I should have, I got entering data. Lots of data. More data than I ever want to see again. BLEH. I need to enter more tomorrow though, I didn't get enough done because I slept in too late, and I REFUSE to be useless.
Also, today I was gonna make my chicken-brocolli-melt-your-face-off dish (ask me parents for details) but after the hour walk to the market they didnt have any. Meeeeeh... And I couldn't quite get the concept across to the new housekeeper here that we don't need food cooked, ("-I'm cooking tonight, we dont need you to. -What? -I'll cook don't cook. -What - Don't. Cook. Dinner. Tonight." I don't think she speaks english) because we got a meal. Which is kinda good, but I was supposed to make this LAST Friday, and I kinda really want to have it now. Meh.
Rest of the day was fine. Watched presidential debate. McCain in probably gonna lose. Despite your political alignment you have to be able to see that. Made complicated algorithm for excel. I HATE YOU PARENTHESI! HATE YOU ONE LINE TO PUT IT ALL ON! HATE! And uhm. I ate and drank and took my pills. Feeling better. Not much more to say. Tired. Bed. Night.
TTYL
---He who is glad the world has decided which way is up.
So let me start with Wednesday, with a minor preface from Tuesday night. On tuesday I forgot to eat. I've pretty much been running on an "eat when you feel hungry" schedule, which worked because I was ravenous every time I got home. So Tuesday went like this. Morning:"CRAP I'M LATE!" (No time for food.) And we never have food at the sites, I'td be rude to eat in front of the moms. And when I got home my usual craving never hit in, so I just forgot.
So here we get to Wednesday. In the morning I again forgot to eat. No time. No biggie though right? I wasn't hungry or anything. And the day was pretty typical. Couple small bouts of light headedness though. A couple kids to stool, one new set. Nothing strenuous. I think my main job in the future will be double checking all the data entry on the cards before we send them off, because there are some minor and major discrepancies on some.
And then the long ride to Namandanje. Joy. It was fun when we arrived though. There was a soccer game going on for middle schoolers. I watched it for about an hour, making faces at the random people who kept feeling an urge to stare at the azungu. It was fun though, as I got to practice some weird faces I havent had cause to make in a while, such as making my eyes roll into the back of my head. (That one got the best reactions.)
Afterwards I got a crowd of little kids, so I showed of my psp's music a little, as I feel the urge to spread rock to this barren wasteland that lacks any, and I spun them around for like half an hour. To explain what I mean by spin around, Grab both hands. Pull in a circular motion around yourself untill their feet leave the ground. Keep spinning them in circles until you are gonna fall over. TRY to get them to the ground without hurting yourself. Try to not hurt yourself while the world can't decide where it wants to be. Repeat. Haha, it was fun though.
At the mission the food was good as usual, and the usual animals were there to. Just to name the animals this father has, there's three cats, a hedgehog and there used to be a monkey. In fact, I used to have aspirations to pick up said hedgehog, bug I'm re-evaluating. I saw the little dude catch a cockroach and eat it. I probably have more to fear than just his spines.
Now the next morning is where things get fun. I woke up with a splitting headache and stomach cramps at four in the morning. I couldn't sleep and didn't get out of bed until 6. After that it seemed to have subsided, but when I got to the site dizzy spells started to hammer me, until I couldn't even stand anymore. So I got a chair and worke sitting down for an hour and a half. After that it got so bad that the only relief I could get was from laying down on a wooden table. I ended up laying there for two hours.
A quick background on what this feels like, ever had a headache where every jolt, every quick movement was painful, and there is no relief unless you can become stationary, like laying down? Well this is exacly like that, except switch pain with exreme dizzyness.
Actually, I though I might be dehydrated, but I had drank a crapton of water at Namandanje, and wasn't sure. It was kind of pointless though, because the water we brought from the mission wasn't purified, and was unsafe. Despite that though, I snuck out to drink some of it partway through the day. Oh and in the mess I was feeling all day I forgot my cell in Namandanje, so no phone calls this week.
When I got back in the car, I wasn't sure how I was gonna make it. I mean, the only relief was to be had from laying horizontal, (not possible in a car) without any jostling. (not possible on Malawi roads) Eventually we stopped at a supermarket and I bought, and drank 1.5 liters of water. I felt a lot better after that, so I guessed I was probably dehydrated. However...
Once I got to he house I immediately went to sleep. And I slept fo about two more hours. When I woke up, BANG! Another dizzy spell. While struggling Leslie told me that dehydration is a misnomer, and means that your body is missing water, or salt, or some other vital nutrients. AKA, the water I had earlier was just a temporary solution. I had a bowl of ramen then, in hopes that it would help me. And it did. Kinda.
But it didn't go away completely. So here are my symptopms at this point. Dizzyness. Lots of Dizzyness. Joint pain. Stomach cramps. A very accelerated pulse. Headaches (When I woke up.) Very Lethargic. Pale. Flushed (In the cheeks.) Running a fever. (1 degree over) Many of these are symptoms of a long day at work coupled with a long day of work and dehydration, but considering that I had been bitten by about 40 mosquitos two weeks ago, (Kept pulling my bugnet down) we figured I should go get tested for malaria.
Quick disclaimer about Malaria. Yes it is deadly. Yes it can cause massive damage to oneself, for example, there is one subsect called cerebral Malaria that can cause brain damage. However, the most deadly aspect of Malaria (in my mind) is the way it operates. It causes your red blood cells, infected with the parisites ruptures generating more parisites, IN WAVES. Meaning you're fine for two weeks after the infection then Bam! You have a fever. Then it goes away. Then Bam! You have another. Its worse. Et cetera. This can continue for a while before anyone, especialy in the more rural areas, realizes that they have malaria, and by then it is often too late. If caught early, and supposing that you don't need to use it often, the medication will usually cover you. (Using it too often can cause alergic reactions)
So I got tested, and I'm negative. YAY! However just to be safe they prescribed LA (the medication) anyway. Woohoo. So anyways, I don't have Malaria, I just need to eat more often. =)
Anyway, I stayed home today though. Just to be sure I didn't overdo it again. So after sleeping way later than I should have, I got entering data. Lots of data. More data than I ever want to see again. BLEH. I need to enter more tomorrow though, I didn't get enough done because I slept in too late, and I REFUSE to be useless.
Also, today I was gonna make my chicken-brocolli-melt-your-face-off dish (ask me parents for details) but after the hour walk to the market they didnt have any. Meeeeeh... And I couldn't quite get the concept across to the new housekeeper here that we don't need food cooked, ("-I'm cooking tonight, we dont need you to. -What? -I'll cook don't cook. -What - Don't. Cook. Dinner. Tonight." I don't think she speaks english) because we got a meal. Which is kinda good, but I was supposed to make this LAST Friday, and I kinda really want to have it now. Meh.
Rest of the day was fine. Watched presidential debate. McCain in probably gonna lose. Despite your political alignment you have to be able to see that. Made complicated algorithm for excel. I HATE YOU PARENTHESI! HATE YOU ONE LINE TO PUT IT ALL ON! HATE! And uhm. I ate and drank and took my pills. Feeling better. Not much more to say. Tired. Bed. Night.
TTYL
---He who is glad the world has decided which way is up.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Normal-ish day 1
To cap up a couple questions posted before my Sunday catchup, (THIS TIME I WILL) yes people over 40 can get favors too. Urrgh, Parents included. I mean, if you weren't eligible, what would I have to fear? Obviously no one other than boo in that age group cares enough about how I'm doing to check up once in a while. So if you weren't eligible what would I have to fear? Giving Boo a favor? Hardly scary in the least. Giving my PARENTS one? *shudders* And that's part of the point, to keep myself posting.
Add on: Chris gets mention because he posted too, didn't see that until after I posted though, so I'm adding it in now. Thanks Chris, just remember to sleep lightly, because I'm still after your Indian-face, and an ocean is not enough to deter me from getting it!
So today was HELL! We had eighteen kids in stool study. EIGHTEEN!!!! And NINE had too poop! And that was only the beginning! We got two new kids too! (new ones gotta poop too) So there was no relaxing of any kind for HOURS! HOURS I SAY!!! But seriously it was exhausting. We were working from eight to twelve pretty constantly, and even I had stuff to do because it was so packed. Things had relaxed by about one and I fell asleep on a stone slab. (All but three had left at that point, so its not like I was slacking, we were just waiting for them to poop) And we left by threeish. Got home by fourish. Some data entry. Tried playing the guitar for the third day in a row. I can't seem to keep my fingers from messing with the other strings I'm not trying to press. Guess I'll keep trying.
There isn't much more to say, pretty typical day. So...finally...FINALLY...I can begin the About Malawi posts, which will be a part of every normal-ish day! =)
About Malawi Part One
To start I'm going to give a little background about why Malawi is in the straights that it is in. Now I have heard a lot of people talk about countries like Malawi, releif organizations, and the poor in general like, "Why are you helping them, you should help them help themselves," or worse, "Why can't they work hard and pull themselves out of their situation?" (As if every oppourtunity we in the middle class have isn't based on the backs of those who have gone before us...) And yes, granted, no one would ever talk like that but I'm trying to get the general idea across.) Here are a couple reasons why that is a whole hell of a lot more difficult than people often think.
Keep in mind, there is probably a lot more than this, but I'm brain sucking off of Joy (male), who has read books on this and knows more about it than I do. In fact, he will probably do a post of his own on the subject, and when he does I'll link to that so you can get a much better idea, and maybe even delete the following as useless. (And redundant)
For one, Malawi got screwed when the imperialistic european countries drew up the maps, as many countries did. For one, Malawi has few marketable resources. The only things it exports, to my knowledge, is tea, sugar, tobbaco, and a little bit of rice. None of these are mass produced enough to make a substantial revenue to the Malawian economy. And with the borderlines drawn as arbitrarialy as they were, the international trade that might have otherwise taken place in a larger, better situated country is impossible. Plus, Malawi has no access to any rivers or waterways, so no easy trade via that route because of tarrifs. The border just pretty much screwed Malawi.
To further the subject of how the British did major harm, let me move on to the subject of agriculture. When the Brits came, they wanted to turn Malawi into a mercantile colony, as they did to pretty much everyone they conquered/got influence over. For one they dammed up all the rivers, something that provides power to the computer I'm writing on. However, before the dams, the malawians would vary their planting grounds based off of how the rainy season went. So if there was no rain, they would move very close to the river. If there was tons and the river flooded, they could simply back away to a better spot. With the rivers dammed that kind of flexibility is impossible. (Probably a better way to explain that last part, but he didn't expound on the subject, so I'm missing the details.) Also, the Brits wanted to have the Malawians grow cotton, big suprise. Thing is, with everyone growing cotton no one was growing food. So then the Malawians had to pay every thing they got from the well paying cotton yield to eat. Obviously when the Brits left they stopped growing cotton, as their main buyer had pulled out. (Assumption I'm making about why, but most did stop) However the Europeans left a legacy a lot more crippling, Maize.
Maize, another word for corn, is everywhere in Malawi, and many other African countries. Now Maize, when the rainy season goes...just...right...will yield fantastic results. However, Maize doesn't grow that well here in Malawi, and yes when the rain falls perfectly in the rainy season it will have impressive yields. But here in Malawi there is often drought and flooding (To clarify, it does often rain enough to cause flooding, but becuase of the dams the rivers specifically will not) and if there is one thing Maize is not, it is not resistant. Before the Europeans came, there were other foods being grown, ones that had some strength to them. So in a bad year, even though people went hungry, they didn't starve. Instead though, now bad years are crippling, with hardly any yield at all, no matter how hard you work the fields. (And let me tell you, they spend much of their time on those fields working them) This problem wasn't helped by the fact that the first president, who was by all accounts I have heard one of the most terrible leaders ever, strongly supported Maize. So by now Maize is the staple crop, and few farmers grow anything but it, or even know how.
Suffice it to say, though there is probably much one could say on the subject of the last pres here, he was useless, and did nothing to further Malawi's growth. Things were pretty chaotic, by all accounts I've heard. Maybe when I know more I'll expound upon the subject of the last Pres, but for now I dont care enough.
To finish up, all major companies here are outsourced. The "Malawian" beer is based of a company in germany. Coca Cola is everywhere. I'm sure other things such as Dulux paint is also based outside of Malawi. This is important, because that means that the profits from those major compainies are mostly leaving Malawi, and doing nothing to bolster its economy.
Pretty bleak eh? There really is no easy solution to those problems, and nor can one push the blame onto the people with excuses such as they dont work hard enough. But one can hope that with time they will be resolved. (Yeah, I know, not one of my more eloquent endings but I'm tired ok?)
TTYL
---He who is hoping they have his soup at the mission tomorrow
Add on: Chris gets mention because he posted too, didn't see that until after I posted though, so I'm adding it in now. Thanks Chris, just remember to sleep lightly, because I'm still after your Indian-face, and an ocean is not enough to deter me from getting it!
So today was HELL! We had eighteen kids in stool study. EIGHTEEN!!!! And NINE had too poop! And that was only the beginning! We got two new kids too! (new ones gotta poop too) So there was no relaxing of any kind for HOURS! HOURS I SAY!!! But seriously it was exhausting. We were working from eight to twelve pretty constantly, and even I had stuff to do because it was so packed. Things had relaxed by about one and I fell asleep on a stone slab. (All but three had left at that point, so its not like I was slacking, we were just waiting for them to poop) And we left by threeish. Got home by fourish. Some data entry. Tried playing the guitar for the third day in a row. I can't seem to keep my fingers from messing with the other strings I'm not trying to press. Guess I'll keep trying.
There isn't much more to say, pretty typical day. So...finally...FINALLY...I can begin the About Malawi posts, which will be a part of every normal-ish day! =)
About Malawi Part One
To start I'm going to give a little background about why Malawi is in the straights that it is in. Now I have heard a lot of people talk about countries like Malawi, releif organizations, and the poor in general like, "Why are you helping them, you should help them help themselves," or worse, "Why can't they work hard and pull themselves out of their situation?" (As if every oppourtunity we in the middle class have isn't based on the backs of those who have gone before us...) And yes, granted, no one would ever talk like that but I'm trying to get the general idea across.) Here are a couple reasons why that is a whole hell of a lot more difficult than people often think.
Keep in mind, there is probably a lot more than this, but I'm brain sucking off of Joy (male), who has read books on this and knows more about it than I do. In fact, he will probably do a post of his own on the subject, and when he does I'll link to that so you can get a much better idea, and maybe even delete the following as useless. (And redundant)
For one, Malawi got screwed when the imperialistic european countries drew up the maps, as many countries did. For one, Malawi has few marketable resources. The only things it exports, to my knowledge, is tea, sugar, tobbaco, and a little bit of rice. None of these are mass produced enough to make a substantial revenue to the Malawian economy. And with the borderlines drawn as arbitrarialy as they were, the international trade that might have otherwise taken place in a larger, better situated country is impossible. Plus, Malawi has no access to any rivers or waterways, so no easy trade via that route because of tarrifs. The border just pretty much screwed Malawi.
To further the subject of how the British did major harm, let me move on to the subject of agriculture. When the Brits came, they wanted to turn Malawi into a mercantile colony, as they did to pretty much everyone they conquered/got influence over. For one they dammed up all the rivers, something that provides power to the computer I'm writing on. However, before the dams, the malawians would vary their planting grounds based off of how the rainy season went. So if there was no rain, they would move very close to the river. If there was tons and the river flooded, they could simply back away to a better spot. With the rivers dammed that kind of flexibility is impossible. (Probably a better way to explain that last part, but he didn't expound on the subject, so I'm missing the details.) Also, the Brits wanted to have the Malawians grow cotton, big suprise. Thing is, with everyone growing cotton no one was growing food. So then the Malawians had to pay every thing they got from the well paying cotton yield to eat. Obviously when the Brits left they stopped growing cotton, as their main buyer had pulled out. (Assumption I'm making about why, but most did stop) However the Europeans left a legacy a lot more crippling, Maize.
Maize, another word for corn, is everywhere in Malawi, and many other African countries. Now Maize, when the rainy season goes...just...right...will yield fantastic results. However, Maize doesn't grow that well here in Malawi, and yes when the rain falls perfectly in the rainy season it will have impressive yields. But here in Malawi there is often drought and flooding (To clarify, it does often rain enough to cause flooding, but becuase of the dams the rivers specifically will not) and if there is one thing Maize is not, it is not resistant. Before the Europeans came, there were other foods being grown, ones that had some strength to them. So in a bad year, even though people went hungry, they didn't starve. Instead though, now bad years are crippling, with hardly any yield at all, no matter how hard you work the fields. (And let me tell you, they spend much of their time on those fields working them) This problem wasn't helped by the fact that the first president, who was by all accounts I have heard one of the most terrible leaders ever, strongly supported Maize. So by now Maize is the staple crop, and few farmers grow anything but it, or even know how.
Suffice it to say, though there is probably much one could say on the subject of the last pres here, he was useless, and did nothing to further Malawi's growth. Things were pretty chaotic, by all accounts I've heard. Maybe when I know more I'll expound upon the subject of the last Pres, but for now I dont care enough.
To finish up, all major companies here are outsourced. The "Malawian" beer is based of a company in germany. Coca Cola is everywhere. I'm sure other things such as Dulux paint is also based outside of Malawi. This is important, because that means that the profits from those major compainies are mostly leaving Malawi, and doing nothing to bolster its economy.
Pretty bleak eh? There really is no easy solution to those problems, and nor can one push the blame onto the people with excuses such as they dont work hard enough. But one can hope that with time they will be resolved. (Yeah, I know, not one of my more eloquent endings but I'm tired ok?)
TTYL
---He who is hoping they have his soup at the mission tomorrow
Monday, October 13, 2008
Catchup
OK, first off, I'm going to call myself out on one thing, Ive been meaning to respond to ALL your questions and comments for two weeks, but I keep running out of time. I'll work so that by this Sunday I'll be able to answer them all.
Then, I need to clarify on the incentives. First off, Any BS posts like the ones yesterday do not count, so I cant just run up and shove a couple sentences and pass that off as a whole post. Secondly, I want to define what I mean by you get a "favor." It means that I will do you any favor in my power, (just giving crap doesn't count) provided that it is a one time thing. For example, you couldn't make me change my major over one of these favors, but you could, say, make me attend a class for a day. (Why you would want that is beyond me, but it illustrates the difference well, I think) But as long as it isn't a prolonged favor you can ask for ANYTHING. And Boo gets three favors off the bat for being the only person under forty to post frequently (and without me having to ask her to.) Sorry mom n dad, but your bonus is that this blog has kept you from lapsing into cardiac arrest.
I hope this provides some incentive for more commenting. (and more posting on my part)
So anyhow, on Wednesday, (oh so long ago) the day went pretty much as usual. Woke up at the ass-crack-of-dawn, got into the car, went to the site. Not many kids that day, and we may or may not have had to track down some defaulters. Then a long ride to the mission at Namandanje. As-per-usual. But I did something for the first time at the mission, I left my book in the room and wandered around. I eventually found Joy and Leslie, surrounded by little kids. No sooner had I approached than little kids started swarming over me. Many wanted to shake my hand, and when I saw some going for round too I started playing with it, making a game out of shaking their hand in random directions vigorously to see if they would let go. This, did not work. It excited them and everyone wanted to try. Eventually got to chasing some around who were playing tag, overal just a very funny situation. (Envision me being crawled over like the pillars were covered with goblins in the first Lord of the Rings. And if you haven't seen it, FOR SHAME!)
Food was ok, (NO SOUP!?!?!?) and everything went well. Almost overslept the next day though.
The next day I didn't actually have a job, as stool study doesn't go to Namandanje, So I helped Leslie out instead. My job was to take the crying baby's info and see if it was malnourished. If it was I wrote some info and blah blah blah. Basically I got so see first hand the screening process. And let me tell you it is depressing. I mean, OBVIOUSLY a lot of people feed their kids, and they get better, hurray. But I got to see all the bad ones up there too. Mom's where their kid is losting weight, (Chiponde WILL make them gain, if they aren't the baby is not being fed) lying to our faces about things we ask them to do. (for their health) What takes the cake though is where you tell a mom "your kid is healthy," and they grimace like, "oh, really?" I love what I'm doing, its the first worthwile thing I've ever done in my life, and I love seeing the healthy ones discharged, just seing healty babies in general, but seeing that once is enough to depress me for a good half an hour or so.
The rest of the day was uneventful.
Friday was very packed. Lots of kids. We got out in an orderly fashion though. Nothing too terrible. Cant really remember much about friday. Must not have been important eh?
Saturday. OH SATURDAY. The things you will hear. The things I will say. The heart attack dad will have. =)
Joy (male) and I went to Macky's in the morening and I entered data. And thats just about it...
KIDDING! Though we did go to Macky's.
Well there was a football game on Saturday. A big football game everyone was going to. Apparently Malawi's football hasn't been doing well recentlyand this was their first chance to make it to the African cup in a hell of a long time. (Well the world cup too, but that would've needed a 3 point lead, soo unlikely.) So our manager and her husband picked us up in a project vehicle (because it was red, and the Malawian team is the Malawi Motos, Moto being FIRE, and the theme was LET THEM SEE RED) and they drove us to the stands, with her husband screaming in a megaphone the entire time, "MALAWI MOTO, MALAWI MOTO!" Yeah, he was well on his way to being plastered, and luckily he wasn't driving. In fact, he spent most of the game getting himself more plastered, jumping down in front of the bleachers, and taking his shirt off. Yeaaaaah, he probably would be embarrased to see a video of what he looked like. So we get to the stadium an it was PACKED. I mean every seat was filled, and there was so many red shirts it was unbelievable.
The pre game show was in many ways more interesting than the game itself. For starters, the warm ups. The Congo team, (Forgot to mention, DRC vs Malawi) and the Malawian team were supposed to warm up on seperate sides of the field. But they didn't. First one Malawian player ran over the middle, got pushed back, and then the ENTIRE TEAM ran over in formation through their side. I was laughing so hard when I saw that. I think two or three fights broke out before the game even started, which was strange, because in the game, no matter how hard somebody got knocked down noone ever fought about it.
Anyway, the funny part comes next, the DRC team brough a JUJU DOCTOR on the fireld. He performed his juju rites all over one of the goalposts. It was causing quite a stir among the Malawians, many who were actually concerned a bout the juju, not just the idea that they were trying to tamper with the game. Eventually a consencus was reached and a few Malawians scattered water to nullify their juju, and then added juju of their own. At this point I was almost dying of laughter. It followed, after warmups were over and I had regained my breath, the first juju guy runs back up and adds MORE juju! He got hisself chased off the field, and then another Malawian ran up to nullify it. They were both escorted away by an army member.
Did I meantion that this game was really important? Like bringing Malawi together, providing lots of excitement? So important the Army was present? So important the Army was equipped with automatic rifles and Uzis? I didn't? Well it was.
So then we have the game. It went off to a very bad start, with DRC scoring early. Apparently (Joy used to play football so he filled me in as to what was going on) the Malawian team sucked it up big time the first half. They had 4 golden opportunities by his reckoning, and wasted them all. The second half was much more fun though. The Motos scored about ten minutes into the half, and let me tell you, those stands ERUPTED. EVERYONE had to hug EVERYONE! They were doing things you'd never see in the states, like an entire bleacher dancing left and right ALL TOGETHER for FIVE MINUTES. They could have scored a goal and it probably would have gone unnoticed in the celebration of the first one.
Suffice it to say though, that the team was sufficiently empowered by this outcry, and doubled their focus and just about tripled their energy. The adrenaline wore off a little when two players were injured really quickly after the first goal, but I guess it still held a little, becuase they eventually scored again. And thats how the game ended. 2-1, Malawi wins.
At this the crowed started rioting. Cryes of "KILL THE AZUNGU" could be heard, and we...we lost Joy...he was carried off by the mob and we havent seen him since...BAHAHAHAHA kidding! But seriously they were rioting! There was a mass move to try to get on the field and grab the players or what not, and they all got chased back off. (Remember the goblin refrence from earlier? Well imagine people acting like that going back over a fence fleeing from the police =P) There was at least one streaker, though there might have been more. A large rioting crowd left the stadium, and another one stayed in. The one that stayed in amused itself by rattling the metal doors partitioning the nice expencive section we were in, screaming, and climbing up the fences. Did I mention the screaming? If I ever get Alima's camera I will try to get some pics of them online. Oh, and the rioting lasted an hour. At least. Is the import of this game to these people coming across just a little?
And then, the rest of the day just isnt important. Ate at Ali Baba's? Nothing compares to rioting.
And to sum up sunday cuz I am hella tired. I put data in. I was gonna cook my tongue melting chicken brocolli but the chicken wasn't thawed, and the brocolli was gross. We did go to our manager's house though to watch Vantage point. (Can't remember what I named her) I liked the movie, Leslie didn't. Car chase scene was way too long. (On a funny note, I cracked the DVD open early before I gave it to her and tried to watch it. And because of that, I missed out on the first 50 minutes. Which ironically meant that I understood the whole movie, but missed lots of little pieces. Go look it up if you want to understand what I mean, and start from the presidents' point of view.)
Today. Normal work day. Really cute babies though. Got many pics and vids of them. Was gonna cook today, but didn't because we didn't get the veggies. I think (maybe, as I dont have a good track record so far) I'll cook it tomorrow.
So BLEH ITS DOME! IM CAUGFHT UP{!!! IM NOPT TIERD! NOIT SAT LALL!!!!!
Haha, I may end up delelting that last line later, xP.
TTYL
---He who hopes this catchup game doesnt end up being a habit.
Then, I need to clarify on the incentives. First off, Any BS posts like the ones yesterday do not count, so I cant just run up and shove a couple sentences and pass that off as a whole post. Secondly, I want to define what I mean by you get a "favor." It means that I will do you any favor in my power, (just giving crap doesn't count) provided that it is a one time thing. For example, you couldn't make me change my major over one of these favors, but you could, say, make me attend a class for a day. (Why you would want that is beyond me, but it illustrates the difference well, I think) But as long as it isn't a prolonged favor you can ask for ANYTHING. And Boo gets three favors off the bat for being the only person under forty to post frequently (and without me having to ask her to.) Sorry mom n dad, but your bonus is that this blog has kept you from lapsing into cardiac arrest.
I hope this provides some incentive for more commenting. (and more posting on my part)
So anyhow, on Wednesday, (oh so long ago) the day went pretty much as usual. Woke up at the ass-crack-of-dawn, got into the car, went to the site. Not many kids that day, and we may or may not have had to track down some defaulters. Then a long ride to the mission at Namandanje. As-per-usual. But I did something for the first time at the mission, I left my book in the room and wandered around. I eventually found Joy and Leslie, surrounded by little kids. No sooner had I approached than little kids started swarming over me. Many wanted to shake my hand, and when I saw some going for round too I started playing with it, making a game out of shaking their hand in random directions vigorously to see if they would let go. This, did not work. It excited them and everyone wanted to try. Eventually got to chasing some around who were playing tag, overal just a very funny situation. (Envision me being crawled over like the pillars were covered with goblins in the first Lord of the Rings. And if you haven't seen it, FOR SHAME!)
Food was ok, (NO SOUP!?!?!?) and everything went well. Almost overslept the next day though.
The next day I didn't actually have a job, as stool study doesn't go to Namandanje, So I helped Leslie out instead. My job was to take the crying baby's info and see if it was malnourished. If it was I wrote some info and blah blah blah. Basically I got so see first hand the screening process. And let me tell you it is depressing. I mean, OBVIOUSLY a lot of people feed their kids, and they get better, hurray. But I got to see all the bad ones up there too. Mom's where their kid is losting weight, (Chiponde WILL make them gain, if they aren't the baby is not being fed) lying to our faces about things we ask them to do. (for their health) What takes the cake though is where you tell a mom "your kid is healthy," and they grimace like, "oh, really?" I love what I'm doing, its the first worthwile thing I've ever done in my life, and I love seeing the healthy ones discharged, just seing healty babies in general, but seeing that once is enough to depress me for a good half an hour or so.
The rest of the day was uneventful.
Friday was very packed. Lots of kids. We got out in an orderly fashion though. Nothing too terrible. Cant really remember much about friday. Must not have been important eh?
Saturday. OH SATURDAY. The things you will hear. The things I will say. The heart attack dad will have. =)
Joy (male) and I went to Macky's in the morening and I entered data. And thats just about it...
KIDDING! Though we did go to Macky's.
Well there was a football game on Saturday. A big football game everyone was going to. Apparently Malawi's football hasn't been doing well recentlyand this was their first chance to make it to the African cup in a hell of a long time. (Well the world cup too, but that would've needed a 3 point lead, soo unlikely.) So our manager and her husband picked us up in a project vehicle (because it was red, and the Malawian team is the Malawi Motos, Moto being FIRE, and the theme was LET THEM SEE RED) and they drove us to the stands, with her husband screaming in a megaphone the entire time, "MALAWI MOTO, MALAWI MOTO!" Yeah, he was well on his way to being plastered, and luckily he wasn't driving. In fact, he spent most of the game getting himself more plastered, jumping down in front of the bleachers, and taking his shirt off. Yeaaaaah, he probably would be embarrased to see a video of what he looked like. So we get to the stadium an it was PACKED. I mean every seat was filled, and there was so many red shirts it was unbelievable.
The pre game show was in many ways more interesting than the game itself. For starters, the warm ups. The Congo team, (Forgot to mention, DRC vs Malawi) and the Malawian team were supposed to warm up on seperate sides of the field. But they didn't. First one Malawian player ran over the middle, got pushed back, and then the ENTIRE TEAM ran over in formation through their side. I was laughing so hard when I saw that. I think two or three fights broke out before the game even started, which was strange, because in the game, no matter how hard somebody got knocked down noone ever fought about it.
Anyway, the funny part comes next, the DRC team brough a JUJU DOCTOR on the fireld. He performed his juju rites all over one of the goalposts. It was causing quite a stir among the Malawians, many who were actually concerned a bout the juju, not just the idea that they were trying to tamper with the game. Eventually a consencus was reached and a few Malawians scattered water to nullify their juju, and then added juju of their own. At this point I was almost dying of laughter. It followed, after warmups were over and I had regained my breath, the first juju guy runs back up and adds MORE juju! He got hisself chased off the field, and then another Malawian ran up to nullify it. They were both escorted away by an army member.
Did I meantion that this game was really important? Like bringing Malawi together, providing lots of excitement? So important the Army was present? So important the Army was equipped with automatic rifles and Uzis? I didn't? Well it was.
So then we have the game. It went off to a very bad start, with DRC scoring early. Apparently (Joy used to play football so he filled me in as to what was going on) the Malawian team sucked it up big time the first half. They had 4 golden opportunities by his reckoning, and wasted them all. The second half was much more fun though. The Motos scored about ten minutes into the half, and let me tell you, those stands ERUPTED. EVERYONE had to hug EVERYONE! They were doing things you'd never see in the states, like an entire bleacher dancing left and right ALL TOGETHER for FIVE MINUTES. They could have scored a goal and it probably would have gone unnoticed in the celebration of the first one.
Suffice it to say though, that the team was sufficiently empowered by this outcry, and doubled their focus and just about tripled their energy. The adrenaline wore off a little when two players were injured really quickly after the first goal, but I guess it still held a little, becuase they eventually scored again. And thats how the game ended. 2-1, Malawi wins.
At this the crowed started rioting. Cryes of "KILL THE AZUNGU" could be heard, and we...we lost Joy...he was carried off by the mob and we havent seen him since...BAHAHAHAHA kidding! But seriously they were rioting! There was a mass move to try to get on the field and grab the players or what not, and they all got chased back off. (Remember the goblin refrence from earlier? Well imagine people acting like that going back over a fence fleeing from the police =P) There was at least one streaker, though there might have been more. A large rioting crowd left the stadium, and another one stayed in. The one that stayed in amused itself by rattling the metal doors partitioning the nice expencive section we were in, screaming, and climbing up the fences. Did I mention the screaming? If I ever get Alima's camera I will try to get some pics of them online. Oh, and the rioting lasted an hour. At least. Is the import of this game to these people coming across just a little?
And then, the rest of the day just isnt important. Ate at Ali Baba's? Nothing compares to rioting.
And to sum up sunday cuz I am hella tired. I put data in. I was gonna cook my tongue melting chicken brocolli but the chicken wasn't thawed, and the brocolli was gross. We did go to our manager's house though to watch Vantage point. (Can't remember what I named her) I liked the movie, Leslie didn't. Car chase scene was way too long. (On a funny note, I cracked the DVD open early before I gave it to her and tried to watch it. And because of that, I missed out on the first 50 minutes. Which ironically meant that I understood the whole movie, but missed lots of little pieces. Go look it up if you want to understand what I mean, and start from the presidents' point of view.)
Today. Normal work day. Really cute babies though. Got many pics and vids of them. Was gonna cook today, but didn't because we didn't get the veggies. I think (maybe, as I dont have a good track record so far) I'll cook it tomorrow.
So BLEH ITS DOME! IM CAUGFHT UP{!!! IM NOPT TIERD! NOIT SAT LALL!!!!!
Haha, I may end up delelting that last line later, xP.
TTYL
---He who hopes this catchup game doesnt end up being a habit.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
SORRy
Sorry, crap came up again and I couldn't get my posts off. I'll make it up to you tomorrow.
BOO, THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!! YOU'RE JUST ABOUT THE FIRST PERSON UNDER 40 TO MAKE A POST CONSISTENTLY. TYTYTYTYTYTYTYTYTY. Have no fear, the first thing I did after seeing you posted a lot was to go and read them all. THANKS. PLEASE KEEP POSTING. =)))))
Now that that's out of my system, I'll let you guys in on a plan I have. Schedule be damned, my new goal is to post 3 times a week, whenever that may be. And here's an incentive for posting. If you post in a week (sun to sun) where I haven't posted at least three times, I'll owe you a favor. And it can be ANY favor. So if you comment every week I might end up seriously owing you. Hopefully this will both keep me posting and you commenting! (Like the FANTASTIC miss boo!)
TTYL
---He who isn't sure that that incentive was wise...
BOO, THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!! YOU'RE JUST ABOUT THE FIRST PERSON UNDER 40 TO MAKE A POST CONSISTENTLY. TYTYTYTYTYTYTYTYTY. Have no fear, the first thing I did after seeing you posted a lot was to go and read them all. THANKS. PLEASE KEEP POSTING. =)))))
Now that that's out of my system, I'll let you guys in on a plan I have. Schedule be damned, my new goal is to post 3 times a week, whenever that may be. And here's an incentive for posting. If you post in a week (sun to sun) where I haven't posted at least three times, I'll owe you a favor. And it can be ANY favor. So if you comment every week I might end up seriously owing you. Hopefully this will both keep me posting and you commenting! (Like the FANTASTIC miss boo!)
TTYL
---He who isn't sure that that incentive was wise...
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Long Hiatus explained
Yeah I know its been a while...but I can explain...not excuse but explain...On...Friday was it...? I forgot to post. It was a freaking long ass day. We got home are 8ish. BLEEEEH!!! Then I didn't want to post on an off day. And then we went to Macky's on Saturday, and we ended up going to bed later than usual. And finally yesterday I spent too long on an excel spreadsheet. I wouldn't have been able to post today because there was no power, except it came back on. Woot!
So lets start the five day dissertation.
Friday was uneventful. To start with. We drove a long, long way to site ____. (Can't remember the name) And it was pretty boring for a while. Lots and Lots and LOTS of people, but pretty boring. Just the usual watching Gerald, but I stopped being super vigilant. I just watched for a couple things I thought he might mix up. But he did very good that day.
Until Leslie and a couple HSA's left on a huge defaulter run. Now they left around 4ish, which is the time we normally leave for home. While waiting I exhausted my conversation with the nurses who had been left behind with me. Listened to a bunch of music. Climbed a tree and tried to knock down all the dead branches. (Yeah I was THAT bored.)
Eventually I got so bored that I climbed the other tree I had been hesitant to climb before, the one that is ant infested. Granted I did check that they weren't fire ants, but still. I then listened to music for half an hour. Then a bunch of kids who had been staring at me all crowded around the base of the tree. I said hi and gave the biggest kid a handshake. And he proceeded to try to frag me out of the tree. Or so I initially thought. Actually he was just using me to get a boost into the tree. In less that 15 seconds in fact, all eight of the kids had clambered up into the tree and were all nicely situated. It was freaking crazy. So I amused myself by talking to them for half an hour, even though only one could speak English. Facts about them. There was one 17 year old, and the rest were 10-12. One of the twelve years was Majjed, (not sure how to spell) one other 10-12 was Akhmed, a really shy one I had to ask 4 times was named Rajjed (again, not sure) and the 17 year's name started with a "E." So yeah, eventually Leslie got back and we left for home at 6. Got back at 8. That, for your information, is a 15 hour day. LONG. ASS. DAY. As stated earlier. And I collapsed when I got home.
So then the next day. Saturday follows friday right? Weeeeeell. I forget. I know at some point we watched Palin's debate. (M! C! C! A! I! N! GOOOOOO MCCAIN! is my impression of her. Oh, and she talks down to americans too obviously, so we KNOW she's bsing us, wheras Biden was only obvious once. And she needs to learn to answer questions.) Aaaaand we went to Macky's. And I wrote a biggie excel file. Or most of it. N stuff. Its all very vague.
On sunday we picked up an old volunteer here name I forget every time...Katie for something (this time I really cant remember) and we said hi n stuff. We might have done somethign else. But I cant remember. We went to Macky's again though. And I got back late. Hence no post.
Monday was another normal day, except this time I was with stool study. Meaning we sat around for a while waiting for some babys to poop. I can't really say I do much though, since Victor and whatever I named the nurse which I am too lazy to look up now always do everything. I'm running around trying to find something to do! (And for your info, that one time I slept for two hours NOONE was working. We were all waiting for one...last...pooper...to go...) So we were waiting for 3 more poopers that day when Victor goaded me into climbing yet another tree. When I got up there, I wasnt exactly sure how I was gonna get down, so to stall for time, I asked for a stick and started knocking mangoes down. (I was told later "Bad Billy! Not our mangoes!) After I got down Victor went up and knocked some more down. We both were bad =P
And we went home, ate, and I spent to rest of the day finishing the spreadsheet so we could sent it to Dr Manary (its a "beta" sheet) and it was too late. Seriously, between sleep and a post there is no hard choice.
So. Today. Woke up early. Went to site. No defautlers to find. Lots of cute babiez, got some pics actually, hehe they so adorable.
We got home very early, and Leslie and I went to run some errands. And I really have no idea what Dr Manary thought of the spreadsheet. He responded in what Leslie called "word salad" and it took us a couple minutes to make head or tail of it. I think he means that the new person coming is gonna tell us. Whaaaaateveeeer! Just let me know what needs to go! (I did the shotgun method, putting everything I thought he could possibly want, so all he can tell me is to get rid of stuff.)
Oh and the power was out for most of today, so we had no food made for us. *boo hoo* I went for pizza with joy. (male) And here I am frantically trying to to to bed.
TTYL
---He who should have been in bed 2 hours ago
So lets start the five day dissertation.
Friday was uneventful. To start with. We drove a long, long way to site ____. (Can't remember the name) And it was pretty boring for a while. Lots and Lots and LOTS of people, but pretty boring. Just the usual watching Gerald, but I stopped being super vigilant. I just watched for a couple things I thought he might mix up. But he did very good that day.
Until Leslie and a couple HSA's left on a huge defaulter run. Now they left around 4ish, which is the time we normally leave for home. While waiting I exhausted my conversation with the nurses who had been left behind with me. Listened to a bunch of music. Climbed a tree and tried to knock down all the dead branches. (Yeah I was THAT bored.)
Eventually I got so bored that I climbed the other tree I had been hesitant to climb before, the one that is ant infested. Granted I did check that they weren't fire ants, but still. I then listened to music for half an hour. Then a bunch of kids who had been staring at me all crowded around the base of the tree. I said hi and gave the biggest kid a handshake. And he proceeded to try to frag me out of the tree. Or so I initially thought. Actually he was just using me to get a boost into the tree. In less that 15 seconds in fact, all eight of the kids had clambered up into the tree and were all nicely situated. It was freaking crazy. So I amused myself by talking to them for half an hour, even though only one could speak English. Facts about them. There was one 17 year old, and the rest were 10-12. One of the twelve years was Majjed, (not sure how to spell) one other 10-12 was Akhmed, a really shy one I had to ask 4 times was named Rajjed (again, not sure) and the 17 year's name started with a "E." So yeah, eventually Leslie got back and we left for home at 6. Got back at 8. That, for your information, is a 15 hour day. LONG. ASS. DAY. As stated earlier. And I collapsed when I got home.
So then the next day. Saturday follows friday right? Weeeeeell. I forget. I know at some point we watched Palin's debate. (M! C! C! A! I! N! GOOOOOO MCCAIN! is my impression of her. Oh, and she talks down to americans too obviously, so we KNOW she's bsing us, wheras Biden was only obvious once. And she needs to learn to answer questions.) Aaaaand we went to Macky's. And I wrote a biggie excel file. Or most of it. N stuff. Its all very vague.
On sunday we picked up an old volunteer here name I forget every time...Katie for something (this time I really cant remember) and we said hi n stuff. We might have done somethign else. But I cant remember. We went to Macky's again though. And I got back late. Hence no post.
Monday was another normal day, except this time I was with stool study. Meaning we sat around for a while waiting for some babys to poop. I can't really say I do much though, since Victor and whatever I named the nurse which I am too lazy to look up now always do everything. I'm running around trying to find something to do! (And for your info, that one time I slept for two hours NOONE was working. We were all waiting for one...last...pooper...to go...) So we were waiting for 3 more poopers that day when Victor goaded me into climbing yet another tree. When I got up there, I wasnt exactly sure how I was gonna get down, so to stall for time, I asked for a stick and started knocking mangoes down. (I was told later "Bad Billy! Not our mangoes!) After I got down Victor went up and knocked some more down. We both were bad =P
And we went home, ate, and I spent to rest of the day finishing the spreadsheet so we could sent it to Dr Manary (its a "beta" sheet) and it was too late. Seriously, between sleep and a post there is no hard choice.
So. Today. Woke up early. Went to site. No defautlers to find. Lots of cute babiez, got some pics actually, hehe they so adorable.
We got home very early, and Leslie and I went to run some errands. And I really have no idea what Dr Manary thought of the spreadsheet. He responded in what Leslie called "word salad" and it took us a couple minutes to make head or tail of it. I think he means that the new person coming is gonna tell us. Whaaaaateveeeer! Just let me know what needs to go! (I did the shotgun method, putting everything I thought he could possibly want, so all he can tell me is to get rid of stuff.)
Oh and the power was out for most of today, so we had no food made for us. *boo hoo* I went for pizza with joy. (male) And here I am frantically trying to to to bed.
TTYL
---He who should have been in bed 2 hours ago
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Somtimes its gonna be real hard to make a title...
A couple quick things, taking some advice, I'll be devoting my Sunday posts to answering questions commented by you all. Also, Joy is a MAN. I've mentioned it a couple times but I probably shouldn't have been so discreet. NONE of the names in my blogs are real. I was told that's not kosher after someone saw their name in my blog. So "Joy," jokingly said that I could call him that, and if you know me, you'll know what my reaction to something like that will be. He liked being confused with a girl though, ("What!?") thanks Nin! Oh, and defaulters are moms who for whatever reason, stop coming to clinic. This can really mess up the baby if he doesn't get help, and will mess up our data gathering. (Something witch will not only mess up the baby, but will retard the effort to learn more about malnutrition)
So anywaaaaays, we left for the typical site...Gerald is learning fine...yadda yadda yadda...nothing much to say on that. However, at Wednesday's site we were literally swarmed with little girls watching us. I had a very good time messing with this little Muslim girl by dangling a little peice of string in her face, she was shy, and eventually pulled her head scarf thing off in an effort to hide her face. =) Then this old guy came up and was asking for us to give him Chiponde... "Brother! Brother! The hunger! Give me one!" Really trying to make you feel for the guy...too bad if we obliged Gerald would lose his job and I'd be shipped home. Seriously, its not as if I enjoyed turning him away, but we're here to feed starving children, not pitiful old men. (Who by the way was not starving, I've seen oodles of starving people recently, go figure, and he was neither bloated nor emaciated.) I'll explaain more about beggars at a later time, but suffice it to say we eventually got him to leave. Also, eventually their most of the gaggle left, and there were two girls hanging around, and we pretty much had a good time, despite the language barrier. At one point, I let them listen to some of my music, (If you don't know, I listen to alt. Rock, and everyone here listens to reggae) and one of them ended up listening for a good hour or so. It would have been perfect if right before we left she hadn't asked for money.
And then we rode to Namandanje...let me see if I can remember the points I wanted to talk about...I talked at length to one of the cooks, at least in broken Engrish. I apparently HAVE to go see his home village ans see the sights there. We also had another huge dinner, of which I had 5 bowls of soup. And I forget everything else.
Woke up real early today for a reason I will spare you. Wandered around for an hour. Eventually we left for church. Now in this church I had an epiphany, but not a religious one, a philosopical one. Be patient with my explanation please, and also with the clarifications so I don't offend anyone.
No matter how much we advance technology, no matter how much we fill our lives with recreation, no matter how much we fill our lives with what we want and need, life will never become more beautiful, and humanity will never become even one iota happier. How did this epiphany strike me, and how did I reason through it? Well it all needs to start with my description of the church.
The church had concrete on the floor, aged, whatever had been painted on it was cracked, and in some instances the concrete itself was gouged. The pews were made of small wooden benches, none of which are tacked to the floor, without any kneelers in sight. The concrete floor is where you kneel. The statue of Jesus is a little head heavy, disproportionite. The "stained glass" was simply colored glass, or maybe plastic, in the shape of stars. The stations of the cross were small pitcures in plain frames nailed into the wall. The paintings of Jesus and his disciples above the altar are simple, and not very well done, as if a very inexperienced painter had been hired, and could only muster the traditional garb and halos, and otherwise made everything look as if a middle schooler had painted it. Birds have taken up nest in the rafters. There are no missaletes. No choir. No fancy ornamentation of any kind...and yet...
Father holds mass every day, so obviously most come on Sunday, and few are to be found on the weekdays. I could tell though, from my vantage point at the back of the church, that this was a very holy and sacred place for those attending, despite all of its apparent design flaws. To these people this is a very important place they hold close to their hearts. And yet, if you take your average American, or anyone from a first world country, I can guarantee, regardless of how much they may protest, that something along the lines of, "this is so run down" will cross their minds.
How does this pertain to my epiphany? Well think of it this way, in the words of the great sage Lao-tsu:
When people see some things as beautiful,
other things become ugly.
When people see some things as good,
other things become bad.
Being and non-being create each other.
Difficult and easy support each other.
Long and short define each other.
High and low depend on each other.
Before and after follow each other.
So how we look at the world is dependent upon where we are coming from. Someone is "rich" in Malawi if they own a bike. Someone is "rich" in the states if they can get a new car every year. We define unbearable in the states as a 2 hour wait in traffic. In Malawi it isn't unbearable until you are starving. Here, in the compound actually, there is a little boy named Luca, who spent a good 20 minutes, maybe longer, (I left before he finished) entertaining himself and his sister by pulling her around in an empty cardboard box. In the states I hear kids whining about not getting this cell phone or this newest game or whatever else they want. Here in Malawi, where they define their year into the rainy season and the "hungry season," most people are friendly and welcoming. In the states there is an entire culture based on feeling bad about yourself causing yourself unnecessary pain. (Refer to post script for disclaimer)
I know I tend to ramble but is the picture I'm trying to paint becoming clear? No matter what, we humans will find things to enjoy, things to take pleasure in, and things to complain about. Its all in the perspective, and when something becomes [insert adjective here] it needs something else to make its counterpart, and to define it. It just turns out,no matter what state our lives are in, be it poverty or affluence, in one's mind you will create a spectrum of good to bad, with the worst thing that's ever happened to you on one end and the best on the other. So no matter what, people will find things to enjoy and things to bemoan.
I guess the main thing I'm trying to get at is that for a people to be truly happy, we need to move beyond possessions and other worldly things...oh god that came out wrong...I would be the last person to ever say that I would get rid of my computer, PSP, books, uhm...what I'm trying to say is that by defining your happiness by a dependence on something other than your own outlook on life, your own ability to look on the brighter side of everything is in the end going to be futile, because, to reiterate, to make something good, something else must become bad. And in fact, at the other end of the spectrum, labeling possessions and the like as always "evil" or "corrupting" you are again counterproductive, as then you can only be happy when they are absent. Plus, who wants to tell themselves that wanting to go buy something you like is wrong?
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Did that make sense? Sorry, but I'm not so good at vocalizing my deeper thoughts. I usually restate my thoughts and beat the dead horse into ectoplasm before I finish rambling, and even then I usually don't they the point across.
So anyway...on a more normal note. It was a long day. Very long. I need to got to bed now.
Nite.
TTYL
---He who now knows the importance of fiber
P.S.
Note: This post script is included because casual statements from me have alienated too many people too many times, If nothing previously offended you, I would urge you not to read this, as it will be a veritable waste of your time.
Everything stated in this post is a generalization. There are plenty of people in the US with good outlooks on life, who moods aren't swayed easily into the more depressing side of things, many who don't care about money at all, and there are many kids who don't throw tantrums over little have-nots. Conversely there are plenty of Malawians who wallow in their own pity. I'm just speaking in a broad generalization.
Also, I have many friends, who have at some point in their lives done things that some would classify as "emo". In fact, I would challenge anyone to say that they have never dwelled on their own misery at some point in their life. I am merely referring to the sect of people who feel the urge, though they have more than they could ever need, to make a spectacle of themselves in an attempt to get attention or fit a fad. I have nothing but sympathy for those who may feel the need to cause themselves one kind of pain to block out another. To put myself a little (more) out here, at one of the low points in my life, though my life has been nothing but rosy compared to...anything, was compelled to hit something (punching bag) until I caused some damage to my hands. To clarify, I was doing this because the pain game me something to focus on, a distraction, if you will. There were probably better ways to cope, and I can tell you in retrospect that the "reason" I did such a thing was completely insignifigant. But it gave me perspective. And anyone who is too quick to judge should seriously try to understand where they (those with a real reason) are coming from.
End Disclaimer.
P.S.S.
I would much appreciate it if everyone who knows the "reason" would kindly keep it to themselves. I was pondering whether or not to put my example in this post for a while and left the cause out for a reason. Thank you. (And if you do insist on opening your trap, I know where everyone who knows the "reason" lives.)
End Threat
End Post.
So anywaaaaays, we left for the typical site...Gerald is learning fine...yadda yadda yadda...nothing much to say on that. However, at Wednesday's site we were literally swarmed with little girls watching us. I had a very good time messing with this little Muslim girl by dangling a little peice of string in her face, she was shy, and eventually pulled her head scarf thing off in an effort to hide her face. =) Then this old guy came up and was asking for us to give him Chiponde... "Brother! Brother! The hunger! Give me one!" Really trying to make you feel for the guy...too bad if we obliged Gerald would lose his job and I'd be shipped home. Seriously, its not as if I enjoyed turning him away, but we're here to feed starving children, not pitiful old men. (Who by the way was not starving, I've seen oodles of starving people recently, go figure, and he was neither bloated nor emaciated.) I'll explaain more about beggars at a later time, but suffice it to say we eventually got him to leave. Also, eventually their most of the gaggle left, and there were two girls hanging around, and we pretty much had a good time, despite the language barrier. At one point, I let them listen to some of my music, (If you don't know, I listen to alt. Rock, and everyone here listens to reggae) and one of them ended up listening for a good hour or so. It would have been perfect if right before we left she hadn't asked for money.
And then we rode to Namandanje...let me see if I can remember the points I wanted to talk about...I talked at length to one of the cooks, at least in broken Engrish. I apparently HAVE to go see his home village ans see the sights there. We also had another huge dinner, of which I had 5 bowls of soup. And I forget everything else.
Woke up real early today for a reason I will spare you. Wandered around for an hour. Eventually we left for church. Now in this church I had an epiphany, but not a religious one, a philosopical one. Be patient with my explanation please, and also with the clarifications so I don't offend anyone.
No matter how much we advance technology, no matter how much we fill our lives with recreation, no matter how much we fill our lives with what we want and need, life will never become more beautiful, and humanity will never become even one iota happier. How did this epiphany strike me, and how did I reason through it? Well it all needs to start with my description of the church.
The church had concrete on the floor, aged, whatever had been painted on it was cracked, and in some instances the concrete itself was gouged. The pews were made of small wooden benches, none of which are tacked to the floor, without any kneelers in sight. The concrete floor is where you kneel. The statue of Jesus is a little head heavy, disproportionite. The "stained glass" was simply colored glass, or maybe plastic, in the shape of stars. The stations of the cross were small pitcures in plain frames nailed into the wall. The paintings of Jesus and his disciples above the altar are simple, and not very well done, as if a very inexperienced painter had been hired, and could only muster the traditional garb and halos, and otherwise made everything look as if a middle schooler had painted it. Birds have taken up nest in the rafters. There are no missaletes. No choir. No fancy ornamentation of any kind...and yet...
Father holds mass every day, so obviously most come on Sunday, and few are to be found on the weekdays. I could tell though, from my vantage point at the back of the church, that this was a very holy and sacred place for those attending, despite all of its apparent design flaws. To these people this is a very important place they hold close to their hearts. And yet, if you take your average American, or anyone from a first world country, I can guarantee, regardless of how much they may protest, that something along the lines of, "this is so run down" will cross their minds.
How does this pertain to my epiphany? Well think of it this way, in the words of the great sage Lao-tsu:
When people see some things as beautiful,
other things become ugly.
When people see some things as good,
other things become bad.
Being and non-being create each other.
Difficult and easy support each other.
Long and short define each other.
High and low depend on each other.
Before and after follow each other.
So how we look at the world is dependent upon where we are coming from. Someone is "rich" in Malawi if they own a bike. Someone is "rich" in the states if they can get a new car every year. We define unbearable in the states as a 2 hour wait in traffic. In Malawi it isn't unbearable until you are starving. Here, in the compound actually, there is a little boy named Luca, who spent a good 20 minutes, maybe longer, (I left before he finished) entertaining himself and his sister by pulling her around in an empty cardboard box. In the states I hear kids whining about not getting this cell phone or this newest game or whatever else they want. Here in Malawi, where they define their year into the rainy season and the "hungry season," most people are friendly and welcoming. In the states there is an entire culture based on feeling bad about yourself causing yourself unnecessary pain. (Refer to post script for disclaimer)
I know I tend to ramble but is the picture I'm trying to paint becoming clear? No matter what, we humans will find things to enjoy, things to take pleasure in, and things to complain about. Its all in the perspective, and when something becomes [insert adjective here] it needs something else to make its counterpart, and to define it. It just turns out,no matter what state our lives are in, be it poverty or affluence, in one's mind you will create a spectrum of good to bad, with the worst thing that's ever happened to you on one end and the best on the other. So no matter what, people will find things to enjoy and things to bemoan.
I guess the main thing I'm trying to get at is that for a people to be truly happy, we need to move beyond possessions and other worldly things...oh god that came out wrong...I would be the last person to ever say that I would get rid of my computer, PSP, books, uhm...what I'm trying to say is that by defining your happiness by a dependence on something other than your own outlook on life, your own ability to look on the brighter side of everything is in the end going to be futile, because, to reiterate, to make something good, something else must become bad. And in fact, at the other end of the spectrum, labeling possessions and the like as always "evil" or "corrupting" you are again counterproductive, as then you can only be happy when they are absent. Plus, who wants to tell themselves that wanting to go buy something you like is wrong?
...
...
...
Did that make sense? Sorry, but I'm not so good at vocalizing my deeper thoughts. I usually restate my thoughts and beat the dead horse into ectoplasm before I finish rambling, and even then I usually don't they the point across.
So anyway...on a more normal note. It was a long day. Very long. I need to got to bed now.
Nite.
TTYL
---He who now knows the importance of fiber
P.S.
Note: This post script is included because casual statements from me have alienated too many people too many times, If nothing previously offended you, I would urge you not to read this, as it will be a veritable waste of your time.
Everything stated in this post is a generalization. There are plenty of people in the US with good outlooks on life, who moods aren't swayed easily into the more depressing side of things, many who don't care about money at all, and there are many kids who don't throw tantrums over little have-nots. Conversely there are plenty of Malawians who wallow in their own pity. I'm just speaking in a broad generalization.
Also, I have many friends, who have at some point in their lives done things that some would classify as "emo". In fact, I would challenge anyone to say that they have never dwelled on their own misery at some point in their life. I am merely referring to the sect of people who feel the urge, though they have more than they could ever need, to make a spectacle of themselves in an attempt to get attention or fit a fad. I have nothing but sympathy for those who may feel the need to cause themselves one kind of pain to block out another. To put myself a little (more) out here, at one of the low points in my life, though my life has been nothing but rosy compared to...anything, was compelled to hit something (punching bag) until I caused some damage to my hands. To clarify, I was doing this because the pain game me something to focus on, a distraction, if you will. There were probably better ways to cope, and I can tell you in retrospect that the "reason" I did such a thing was completely insignifigant. But it gave me perspective. And anyone who is too quick to judge should seriously try to understand where they (those with a real reason) are coming from.
End Disclaimer.
P.S.S.
I would much appreciate it if everyone who knows the "reason" would kindly keep it to themselves. I was pondering whether or not to put my example in this post for a while and left the cause out for a reason. Thank you. (And if you do insist on opening your trap, I know where everyone who knows the "reason" lives.)
End Threat
End Post.
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