Friday, November 28, 2008
Happy Thanksgiving!
So I am apparently not even missing a turkey at home this year. My brother’s vegan and we don’t have an extended family to cook for, so my parents and bro are doing everything BUT turkey. One of my coworkers (that lived in America for 5 years) was sort of worried about me being homesick since I am missing such an important family-centered holiday, but we’re not that traditional and I'm doing OK. Knowing that I'll get the traditional meal (ok, or just the bird) here does help, though!
I don’t know how I didn’t see this coming, but my "quiet week" has also literally been anything but. It's been such a whirlwind! Read on for details...
Yesterday was just more testing at school and I gave a lecture about Singapore this morning (to the second years going there in January), but otherwise I have been spending all my other free time during the day writing tests (almost finished with number three!). I'm trying to study for my test next week in the evenings, too, but, yeah, that's about all there is to tell.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
In Minnesota, the Re-Count begins...
Dear Friend,
At recount sites across the state, the hand count of 2.9 million ballots has begun. And, thanks to our team, we have over 2,000 trained volunteer observers, we're ready to make sure that every vote is properly counted.
In the end, politicians don't decide who wins elections - the voters do. And our job now is to make sure that the voters' voice is clearly heard. To do that, we've kept our people-powered machine up and running. And that's expensive. But you helped to build this campaign and get it off the ground, and I know I can count on you to help bring it in for a landing.
I know it's been a long campaign - but we've got important work to do. This week in Washington, DC, I met with Senate Majority Leader Harry Reid and, in addition to briefing him on what's going on here in Minnesota, we talked about the exciting legislative agenda our caucus has planned. I can't wait to roll up my sleeves and get to work for the people of Minnesota.
But first, we need to count all the votes. This might take a few weeks, but I'm cautiously optimistic that at the end of the recount, we'll be on top. And I'm absolutely confident that, with your help, we'll ensure that every voter's voice is heard.
Your contribution - whether it's $25, $50, $100, or more - will help us to keep our campaign going strong until every vote is counted.
Thank you for everything,
Monday, November 24, 2008
The Weekend Review: Okayama Shiraishi Island
Three-day Weekend
The weekend away was fun. The rolling hills in Okayama were splashed with fall colors and we had beautiful weather for at least two of the three days of our little journey, but after not really having a weekend the week before and getting back from Tokyo during the middle of the week, I went into the weekend tired and came out exhausted. We saw a lot of really cool stuff, including this really pretty town that the area’s samurai used to use as a holding/storage facility for the rice for the whole province, but I think I would have appreciated it more if I wasn’t so sleepy (which I’m only just realizing now). There were three other foreign boys and two Japanese girls with me, and I didn’t really have to plan anything – really just go along and enjoy it – but I think it was just all the running around and being sick for the last three weeks...I hit my limit :-P
So because we knew we were leaving early on Saturday morning, Friday night was pretty low-key. I had Japanese class in Kobe as usual and then came back with Caoimhe and hung out at the apartment with Tu, Caoimhe and Dave.
On Saturday morning, I somehow managed to get up, shower, pack and get to the train in about 20 minutes in order to make it to Himeji and meet the rest of the group on our way to Okayama (how am I always in a rush?!), but we all made it, and the rest of the trip to the island cabin went smoothly. As I mentioned, there were six of us on this trip and the first night, we traveled to the Kasaoka area on the Seto Inland sea to visit the Okayama International Villa on Shiraishi Island. When we arrived, we found a brilliant little resort-looking cabin (definitely as nice as the other Villas), but this time we were sharing the complex with an American family that’s living in Kobe and their friends (another family who were spending the night at a local Japanese Inn, but hanging out during the day).
Shiraishi Island Villa
Now Shiraishi is the Villa everyone raves about, and it was cool, but I wouldn’t say it was my favorite. It’d probably be a totally different experience if you stayed longer, could take advantage of the beach (in the summer) and didn’t share the house with little children, but for me, the one real catch to the island cabin is that - while it is beautiful - it can get pretty cold (inside and out... even with space heaters).
That being said, it was still a good time. During the day on the first day, we had a nice time just hanging out at the cabin, walking to the small, local grocery shop and then making nabe (Japanese stew with meat and veggies), playing cards and essentially entertaining the kids until the other family went to bed. On Saturday, I thought I'd take a little nap, going to bed way earlier than expected (not a surprising backfire), but it was a relaxing & sorta quiet evening before that.
On Sunday morning, I wasn’t really sleeping well and was up early, so I decided to just get out of bed and take advantage of the location by catching the sunrise from a local mountaintop. Even though it's late November, the leaves were still showing beautiful shades of red and yellow, so between that and just the view of the surrounding sea and small islands, I felt a little spoiled (like this is why I live in Japan!).
I wasn't gone too long on my first hike, but the views were spectacular and it was pretty warm out, so the rest of the group did the same trail with me after breakfast before catching an 11:30 ferry back to the mainland.
Kurashiki
Our next big stop after the island was supposed to be Okayama City, but the boys were planned the trip cleverly scheduled in a pit stop at a historic little city called Kurashiki, famous for it's white walls and historical significance (the rice storage town I mentioned earlier). When we got off the train, I was pretty shocked to discover the town also had a Danish-themed amusement park (or Tivoli, Danish for Amusement park), seemingly based on the giant TIVOLI park in central Copenhagen, but I really only had a brief moment of reminiscing (ahh, fake European buildings) before being distracted by the charm and elegance of the rest of the (real) town itself.
We only spent a few hours in Kurashiki, but it was just fun to walk down the streets and admire the old-fashioned buildings and canals. The trees made the ambiance all the more romantic and the small, tourist town feel (and town layout) reminded me a lot of Kinosaki. I probably won’t get back this year, but the town is worth a stop. I didn't really do my homework before we went, but I'll throw links to some of the stuff we saw at the bottom of the post, too, since there's actually a bit to do there (like visiting the first Western-style art museum in Japan!).
Okayama City
Sunday night was spent in Okayama, just doing izakaya food (local fish - yum!) for dinner and hanging out together in one of our rooms at the hotel. We were going to go for a long bike ride on Monday, but got rained out. It was a bit of a bummer (especially since I know one of the guys had been looking forward to that ride for a really long time), but I think we did alright with visiting the Japanese garden next to Okayama Castle (one of the three most beautiful in Japan and - again - fall colors in full force), walking around the town and looking in different bizenyaki (pottery) shops. I wasn’t the only one who was tired by this point, too, so while I would have done the long bike ride and probably would have liked it, the laid back afternoon was not the worst compromise.
Anyways, yeah, I'm a pretty lucky girl for getting to do all this, yes, but it left me totally exhausted and I think I need to enforce some personal time this week. Tests start soon, so hopefully I'll have some time coming up. But for now... gotta get my lesson plan done. Glorious weekend and I’m finally better (no coughing!!), so I hope everyone else was also able to enjoy theirs, too. Adios!
Links:
白石島 http://www.pref.okayama.jp/kikaku/chishin/ritou/16shiraishijima/index.html
岡山市 http://www.city.okayama.okayama.jp/kankou/index.html
☆missed the Taiko dram performance at Okayama Castle, but they have events all the time...
吉備路 http://www.optic.or.jp/kanko/edu_travel/spot/kibiji.html
☆Kibiji Bike Road (and it's only 1,000 yen... next time!)
自転車倉敷 http://www.city.kurashiki.okayama.jp/kankou/
Chasing Fortun - A Story About Following your Roots
Story and photos by ERIC DREGNI, Star Tribune
During a year's stay in Norway, my wife, Katy, and I marveled at the beauty of the country: the crystal waters ringed by dense green foliage and the mountains that rise up nearly vertically from fjords and finally give way to rock cliffs topped with whipped cream-like snowcaps. My great-grandfather Ellef Drægni came from a town 127 miles up a branch of one of those picturesque fjords, the Sognefjord, which itself stretches like a crooked finger inland north of Bergen. Why, we wondered, would anyone leave?
To answer that question -- and to see just what was left behind -- Katy and I and our new Norwegian-born son boarded a boat at Bergen and began the journey along the coast and up the Sognefjord to Fortun, my great-grandfather's town. Fortun, ironically, means "fortune" in English. During the 19th century (when there was little good fortune), the fjord, like much of Norway, was cut off from the rest of Europe's industry and opulence, and people along it struggled to survive on preserved fish and porridge.
Our boat -- and, later, the car we drove on the last leg of the trip -- passed red and yellow wooden houses wedged on a tiny ribbon of shoreline. Occasionally, large houses stuck out halfway up the mountain with only steep paths leading to the front doors. Local legend tells of people who live high up on the fjelds who tie their kids to a leash so they don't fall off the cliff at the edge of their yard. The townspeople of one village boast that some of the houses can be reached only by ladder. When the taxman comes, people lift the ladders to avoid tax increases.
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When we were just about at Fortun, I recognized a modern mountain lodge, which I'd seen in an article, run by a Drægni. We stopped in and asked the 40-year-old blond guy at the reception if he knew the Drægni who owns the lodge.
"That's me; I'm Ole Berger Drægni," he responded.
I had found a long-lost relative! I pulled him outside so we could get our photo taken together and commented how much we looked alike with our blue eyes and blond hair -- ignoring the fact that he stood a head taller than me.
My great-grandfather Ellef was one of the "dark Norwegians," and the family myth was that a long-lost grandmother, a damsel in distress, was captured by Vikings on a raid of Lisbon, Portugal.
"Didn't you know that the Spanish Armada was stranded off of Bergen?" Ole Berger asked. "They say it was either after a battle with the British and they came to hide in the Sognefjord, or that they just got lost. Many of the sailors liked Norway so much that they stayed."
I was pleased that our long-lost relatives were not only Vikings, but Conquistadors who laid down their warring ways and fell for some stunning Norwegian lasses and lutefisk.
Over wild blueberry pie and aggressive black coffee, Ole Berger Drægni unrolled an old map of the Drægni farm in Fortun and showed us where everyone had lived. "This was the main farmhouse where my relatives lived and still do. Your great-great grandfather must have been a husmann [tenant farmer] and lived in the house of the people who went to America. It flooded and was ruined." In other words, Ellef's family worked for his, and Ellef's father took the name of the farm: Drægni. Ole Berger looked me in the eye: "I definitely think we're not related."
He told us the blueberry pie was on the house as we shirked out the door.
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The town of Fortun is wedged at the end of the fjord with mountain walls on three sides and waterfalls plunging off cliffs like misty wedding veils. The sun peeked over the precipice to spread its rays on the fertile valley. This one view of the fjord is more dramatic than any sight in Minnesota. Why would anyone leave? And if they did, wouldn't they miss this beauty?
We checked into our hotel. In the lobby, a self-assured older woman with blond-gray hair and a hand-knit sweater unexpectedly announced, "God dag, I'm Ingeborg. Your father's cousin, Magne Drægni from Bodø, called and asked me to meet you here." She would show us around town.
I told her about our uncomfortable meeting with Ole Berger Drægni, but she assured us, "You are probably family one way or another. Everyone here is related somehow." She explained that last names were like addresses in the Sognefjord. I looked up "Drægni" in a Norwegian dictionary and found it means the not-quite-exotic "tree dragger" or "muscle spasm."
She told us about the famous Drægni marmalade and fruit juice ad campaign that reads "Alle spyr etter Drægni saft." In the dialect of the Sognefjord, that translates as "Everyone asks for Drægni juice." But in regular bokmål Norwegian it means, "Everyone vomits after Drægni juice."
While Ingeborg drove us to her house, she explained that Ellef probably had left because he couldn't get any land and would have been a tenant farmer, living and working on the land of the rich Drægni family and paying them most of his earnings. (Not until 1928 did Norway abolish the tenant farmer system, and the farmers could claim the land on which they lived.)
I asked Ingeborg what her family grew on her farm. "Grass. We grow grass." In typical Norwegian fashion, she downplayed their beautiful berries and healthy farm animals. Making a living off this little bit of land was nearly impossible in my great-grandfather's time because of the relatively large population, which has dwindled from 2,000 to 200. "You can't eat beauty," Ingeborg said.
Although the mountains were stunning, I found the vertical cliffs claustrophobic. Ingeborg thought this was ironic because she had heard that many Norwegians who went to North Dakota and Minnesota got very sick there. "They had some illness -- how do you say -- homesick? They were depressed and needed mountains to live." Ingeborg explained that Norwegians have an expression to explain this phenomenon, "å være på vidda" (to be in the high plains), which means to be crazy, lost or simply in the wrong place.
I told Ingeborg that I had heard that my great-grandfather's house had flooded. "That was just one of them," she said, and Katy and I were excited that perhaps another of his houses was still intact somewhere. Ingeborg continued, "Another house he lived in had a big rock fall on it from the mountain and crush it."
I looked up at the cliffs and realized that beauty comes at a price. As we sat on her porch, Ingeborg pointed to a massive boulder in a field. "That rock came down last summer into our raspberry patch." The boulder was more than 12 feet high. "There is no way to move it, so we just farm around it," Ingeborg said.
My great-grandfather probably was wise to escape Norway while he could, before he was crushed or washed away by the river in his sleep. Ingeborg wasn't concerned. "Any place you live has its dangers," she said.
Ingeborg brought out photo albums and a postcard Ellef sent to his mother, whom he never saw again once he left Norway. Finally I could dig deeper into Ellef's mind and learn about his great adventure, leaving the Sognefjord alone at 18. The postcard just said the weather in Minnesota was a bit chilly, but he was doing fine.
Oh, well, we basked in the gentle sunshine beaming over the cliffs. Although Ingeborg said you couldn't eat the beauty of the place, you could taste the fresh raspberries as big as golf balls, covered in heavy cream. "These are the small ones," Ingeborg said with typical Norwegian understatement. We sat on her patio and paged through the purple-velvet-covered photo books as we listened to the water streaming off the top of the mountain to the creek hundreds of feet below. And hoped no rocks were falling.
Eric Dregni is an assistant professor of English at Concordia University St. Paul. His latest book, "In Cod We Trust: Living the Norwegian Dream," was released in October.
Friday, November 21, 2008
Picture of the Day: Harujuku Girls
The hair doesn't match, but what do ya think? Do I make an OK Harujuku Girl? Haha. (I actually considered getting the dress until I realized it was over $200!)
Disclipline Unraveling.
Woah, it doesn’t happen that often but one girl is getting just screamed at in the teacher’s room right now. I don’t know what happened, but it always leaves sort of an awkward vibe among the rest of the staff, especially since you can hardly talk over the screaming (probably meant to humiliate the girl and teach her a lesson). The girl is look at her homeroom teacher, obviously trying not to cry and mostly just looking down while other teachers shyly stand up to see who is getting yelled at. The few other students in the staff room right now (it’s currently lunch time) scooted out, knowing the severity of this conversation was something they didn’t want anything to do with.
Wow, I remember when this happened my first year and the other foreigners (working in public schools) and I would discuss how we handle it, mostly agreeing that it’s best to keep your head down and eyes the other way when it comes to discipline in the schools here. It still shocks me after over two years, though.
Whatever happened with this girl must have been pretty bad, though. I am guessing something along the lines of stealing, drinking or cheating. Our staff room is literally set up like a police precinct and laid out like an organizational chart, with the highest ranking people in the middle (or toward the windows) and the rest branching out from there. The girl has now been sent to the Vice Principal, who sits next to the window in the very center of the long staff room. Our VP barely talks and he’s now screaming at the girl, a second-year (so about 16 years old), along with the guy that does the schedules. Yikes.
Grading
On the topic of surprising cultural differences, I finished writing my first year OC final today which brought up one of the other really big difference that comes up with the structure of school systems in the East and West: grading. As teachers, write our tests with an aim of a 70 – 75% average. I was horrified when the average on my first test was about 65%, but have come a long way since then, learning that that is actually a good score in Japan. A 60% does not mean fail here. Half of whatever the average is (just a straight cut along the percentages) is fail. So you can get 25% and still be OK if nobody else studied either… you get the idea, so let’s just attribute it to a group-oriented society mentality (all for one – pass – or one for all – in failing... or something like that).
So my first year tests are generally about 30 or 40 points and always include four sections: some kind of visual/monologue section (menu, schedule, map, etc), a dialog, a monologue (telephone message, self intro, etc) and a short, 5-question dictation. Well, this round, we spent a lot of time (literally two full lessons) working with money, so I thought it was fitting that
We have talked about the different places people use dollars, looked at real dollars that I’ve brought back from home and other places, learned different slang words used for dollars, practiced calculating the difference between dollars and yen, done math problems with dollars, done a dialog with dollars, played the Price is Right with dollars (where they watched the actual show, had to write a price on the board and then all had to read their guess as a group) and even played a giant, team-version of Monopoly, where they were buying things with dollars. These kids have had some experience with how the whole dollar thing works, right?
So I hand out my exam (the teacher I wrote about earlier seemed relieved) and everything looks good, except one of my coworkers comes over to raise a concern on behalf of the other staff members. They really like the test, but they talked about it and think we should change the last line of my dictation, “Ten Dollars and fifty cents / $10.50” (Ten, fifty is also acceptable). I am open to changing and appreciate feedback, but I didn’t think it was a hard question so I just asked why they thought we should change it. Then the teacher told me it wasn’t fair because some of the “smart kids” will know to use a dollar sign while others will think they need to write it out, and we needed it to be more even. After a few minutes, I asked if we could just compromise by reminding the kids ahead of time (maybe during the interview tests?) that
The bell just range and the sound of voices is starting to return to the staff room now that the girl is done being yelled at. I know people don’t talk about this stuff often (why would you? It’s not a pleasant cultural difference and doesn’t happen that often so there’s no need to dwell), but I’m shaken up a bit everytime it happens. I hope the student is OK, too. I asked a coworker and I guess she was just in trouble because she got caught eating her lunch before the chime (bell) rang. Wow. I guess it goes to show there’s some truth to that old Japanese phrase. When the nail sticks up...
Panablog
Now, there are a million travel and expat blogs out there (many of which happen to be owned by people I know, admire and/or am inspired by), but I had some fun looking through this couple's happenings and thought I would throw up a recommendation.
I will issue a little disclaimer that I haven't been through this whole blog and I am sure some of it is a little ridiculous (like the part about Jodi's tushy), but it's an interesting read nonetheless. Even though Panama is obviously quite different from Japan, there really are some similarities in the expat lifestyle; those that derive from just being Americans (or from the West) and living in and discovering a new culture. It might be worth checking out if you have some free time or need something to do... and whether you are reading this from Minnesota, Oslo or somewhere in Japan.
If the above link doesn't work, you can try this one: http://panablog.typepad.com/, but I hope you enjoy.
Ignoring the Bully?
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Runway Reporter Covers Christchurch
Writing Finals & Cultural Issues (?)
Today is going alright (only one class and it was a fun one), but I’m supposed to be writing tests right now and I’m starting to get a little distracted by some frustrations I have with one of my coworkers. I know I don't write about things like this here (again, mostly because they don't really happen too often and I don't think this is a forum for complaints, etc), but I also feel like it's worth explaining a situation I think is more common than people realize (possibly in the hope of getting some feedback from someone else who has dealt with this)... ok, or maybe to just vent, too.
Basically, the problem is that I don't think one of my coworkers in the English department understands my English and the misunderstandings and situations it leads to are really getting to me. I'll tell you a little more about it, but the issue today is generally based on the tests that are due next week.
So a few weeks ago, a different coworker and I discussed the upcoming final exams and decided that I would write a certain final for the first-year English courses. Great, easy, done. We agreed upon a due date (just the date that tests are due for all teachers), and that was that for a few weeks. I guess I simply didn't think about it for a while because we were still in classes, I had other things going on, my lessons are all test-oriented anyways (so writing the test would be easy) and, well, I've done this a few times over now and am confident in my understanding of the process.
The one catch to this structure, however, is that I actually share a lot of classes, and this specific class that I am writing the test for has a few other teachers. So, out of courtesy and to keep everyone informed, I voluntarily approached my coworkers to tell them what I was planning to test on and to let them know that my personal deadline for finishing the test is Friday (so they'd know they could see the test a bit before the real deadline).
That was yesterday. Now, the problem is that one of of the coworkers I told about the test keeps asking me over and over again if I have finished the test yet, which is not due until next week and I don't turn into her anyways. This woman has seriously asked me about it several times already today and she seems so nervous (almost shaky) when she talks to me sometimes that it sort of throws me off guard a bit. The last time she asked, I told her I was working on something else and would have it done tomorrow (like I told her)... but I got sort of a blank stare back.
Hmm. Ok. I think this woman just really wants to see a written copy of the test (or anything, really) because her reading skills are much better than her listening skills in English and she didn’t understand what I was saying about the deadline (like maybe she possibly thinks I was telling her that I had a deadline that I wanted her to help me with?). She does speak English (and can teach the grammar, I suppose), but it's an issue when she can't handle a one-on-one conversation, even at a slower rate, because these small situations are taking place far too often. I think it's more of a confidence thing (her getting stressed out or overwhelmed about talking to me) than anything... but how to make it better?
I've tried to talk to this colleague more (mostly about none-worl-related-things) to improve our relationship, I print out articles in English that I like and think she would also enjoy and I have said we should go out to lunch, but it's taken me a long time to realize that maybe this really is just a language barrier issue (in terms of natural vs. textbook use). It just happens all the time and I really feel that it's a little ridiculous (especially since it's involved more important matters than just a test deadline... like an application for something not getting turned in once).
I can communicate in Japanese, but I would never in a hundred years consider myself qualified to teach it at my current level. In Japan, all you need to do is be able to read, write and decipher English grammar well to be at a (very) basic teaching level, so while most English educators far surpass these basics in English education, it is possible for some to get less opportunity to harvest speaking and listening skills if they are more focused on the grammar points (that matter for tests, etc). Even after years and years of teaching, some English teachers in Japan may not speak English that well. This can especially apply to the ability to nurture natural speaking skills or use English at a natural pace. That's why Japan has invested so, so, so much money in having foreigners like me come here (to work in schools and government offices)... BUT...
Wow, I feel like I've just revealed a dirty little secret. Whew... I know things will get better, but maybe the lingering cough is making me impatient or cranky. Definitely time for that long weekend!
ANYWAYS, we have a short day due to a seminar on Human Rights this afternoon so I’m going to spend the rest of the day correcting, making tests and working on an article. Lots of computer time, but kind of relaxing.
I think I've blogged enoughf or the day, but hope you’re having a wonderful day (or - as one friend just wrote to me: “I hope your days are filled with chocolate-covered sunshine”) wherever you are and more updates soon.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
The Weekend Review - Part II: Mon, Tues...
The Weekend Review - Part I: OE in Tokyo
On Saturday morning, I was up and out the door a little later than I would have liked (I knew it was going to happen and printed off later train times anyways, haha), but once I was out it was a smooth trip. I just went straight to the Shin-Osaka Shinkansen Station, bought my tickets out of a machine (about $130 each way) and three hours later, I was in Tokyo.
Obama's Victory Speech... på norsk!
Friday, November 14, 2008
Japanese World
Kalamata Greece
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Back at Schools... but with Meds
CHANGE is in the Air
Good News - Tokyo Marathon in March!
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Going Home Sick
Fall Is Here!
Thursday, November 06, 2008
Life Imitating Art♥Imitating Life
Well, I was just surfing around the news sites and it looks like the guy Josh's character was based on, a Mr. Rahm Emanuel, is probably going to be the next real White House Chief of Staff under President Obama. Not that that means anything to anyone, but I just have to say... things are getting out of control...
Thursday...
Whale Wars
There has been a lot of controversy surrounding Japanese whaling, but the official Japanese stance/defense is that they hunt the whales in the name of research, and they are very obviously not pleased with the (non-violent) intrusion when the Sea Shepherd crew shows up to confront them. Hmm. I will add that I've seen whale sashimi here in Japan more than once, but I guess you can form your own opinions and morals about this topic. For now, it looks like a good show, if nothing less:
The show premiers on November 7.
Wednesday, November 05, 2008
The World Wakes...
Most of us in Japan have been at work since the news was announced (there's a 14 hour time difference between Chicago and Osaka so we got the news just before lunch on Wednesday), but my cell phone received an influx of emails (texts) when the news was first announced, not to mention all the Facebook activity I shared with you before.
There's definitely a feeling of excitement from both Americans and other foreign nationals living in Japan.
History in the Making - The Reaction to OBAMA's win!
Check out some of the status updates from my friends on Facebook (again... this is only 10 minutes in). Also note that names have been conceiled for privacy (no, I don't really know that many Jacks and Jills):
Jill wonders where Conservatives escape to? North Korea has both aggressive foreign policy and protectionist ideals.
Jill is rockin' the obama vote !! yay !!
Jack hopes that Obama follows thru with his idea of putting together a BCS Playoff in College football. that would be GREAT!
Jack is still tired, but managed to do a little jog for Obama in spite of it all!
Jill is rockin' the obama vote !! yay !!
Jill says 'let the change begin'.
Jack is expecting the next four years under your candidate to be blamed on George Bush like usual.
Jack is Laughing because he knows nothing will change. Bring on the Tax Raise!
Jill is bouncing off the ceiling, shouting for joy: YES!!!
Jill went to the bathroom to have a wee bit of a victory cry.
Jack : Holy Wow.
Jill congratulates Obama.
Jack BBC news: Projected Electoral Vote for McCain: 155, Obama: 333. McCain's concession speech said it pretty well.
Jill ..Obama is the new president of the Unites States of America.
Jill is ecstatic!!! Why is she at work? She wants to celebrate!
Jill is excited to be watching history being made, but hoping Obama reconsiders his position on free trade w/Colombia. :-(.
Jill is now allowed to return to the States.
Jack is watching CNN and congratulating all Americans!
Jill is no longer proud to be an American and is very disappointed in her fellow Americans.
One of 17 Comments:
- We paid for it with Carter and now we will pay for it with Obama. Palin is the future of this party and she will win in 2012. We live and die as a country, even if we have to feel the pain from the lazy stains in this country. The hard working make this country work and will keep doing so.
Jill is wow, I'm just so happy.
Jill is really sick, but doesn't really care right now because the election is OVER!!! Way to (ba)ROCK the VOTE!
Jack BBC news: Projected Electoral Vote for McCain: 145, Obama: 333. McCain's concession speech is saying it pretty well.
Jack is SO HAPPY, EXCITED and RELIEVED.
Jack is :))))))))) and yes i do have a double chinned smile..
Jill vi vant vi vant vi vant!!!!
Jill says YES WE CAN!!! So proud. So hopeful.
Jill is jumping up and down in joy!!!!
Jill [DO YOU SMELL WHAT THE BARACK IS COOKING?!]
Jill is so excited that my dad AND Obama won!
Jack this week is awesome and it's only Tuesday. Happy Dance!!
Jill is going on holiday to celebrate the election success!
Jill is BEST BIRTHDAY EVER!!!!! OBAMA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jill shouts yahooo! (and opens a bottle of champagne!)
Jack blue homes!
Jill screamed happiness in the staff room when the election results came in and got a staff room full of heads turning. YES!
Jack wishes he was back in Chicago right now for this wonderful, historic evening in American history. Yes he did.
Jack is excited about Obama and Congress, hopeful about Franken and Prop 8, and looking forward to checking out B-schools in San Francisco tomorrow!
Jack feels like he should write something about the election. But my face was already blue three days ago! ;).
Jill is happy and relieved.
Jack BBC news: Projected Electoral Vote for McCain: 155, Obama: 338. Lets see what Obama has to say about the night..
Jill is America is back on track!
Jill is grateful for her Norwegian citizenship. Norway here I come!!!
Jill is a happy camper right now.
Jack is glad it's a Democratic government again.
Jack is not excited to board this Jimmy Carteresque express train to economic ruin.
And the reactions are multiplying and being updated by the minute...
The Palin Trail... Becoming the Gov
It might be a few days before I get the pictures I took developed (used a disp. camera), so here's a few from friends to just give you a peek of how the costume turned out...
Pic 1) You know you're serious when you cut your hair for a costume (Deyi cut my bangs with her hair razor, based on this pic of Palin). I think the bigger hair did work a little better:
Pic 5) And the Maverick team with Obama, of course: