all the people call her jenni.

Holy Land Touristing

2011-12-13T09:00:00.000-08:00

To all my followers.....hold on just a little bit longer. The pictures are coming. Internet is just not what it use to be here in the Holy Land.

For Mom: I AM SAFE AND HAVING A BLAST. Love you and miss you.

A frozen tundra no more

2011-11-08T12:42:00.000-08:00

Fact: The Middle East does experience seasonal changes. It gets cold here....even comparable to a brisk Provo evening. My household has experienced this fact firsthand due to our lack of central heating in our home. For weeks it has felt like a frozen wasteland with visible oral condensed water molecules spewed from our mouths. Things have been miserable.

The Solution

Finally, there is heat. We have warmth. Of course there is the chance that we could die from asphyxiation from our propane-fueled space heater....I take that over hypothermia. Life is grand in here in Jordan.

Away for a few days

2011-11-06T13:14:00.000-08:00

Day One: Rainy Amman

Windy Karak

Musical rababa player with a shifty salesman brother.

Walking through the Siq up to the Treasury

Bedouin Army Man

The most dignified cat I have seen in Jordan so far

nationalistic pit stop

watchman

Southern Utah?

Tourist Ants

This is Audi....like the car

jeeping in Wadi Rum

Camel keeper.

It was good to get away this weekend and get some touristing in before we all have to buckle down and study hard for impending finals just around this month's corner. Like all vacations, the end is always the sweetest part. After long days, exorbitant soda prices, and crowded public places, I am so glad to be back home in my frozen tundra home.
This weeks goal: get our apartment's heater working.

No more junk.

2011-11-01T11:08:00.000-07:00

Meet Galayet Bandora.

The Rachel Ray inspired rubbish bin.

Toasting up some pita.

Finished product.

So, I have been in Amman for two months and I made my first real grocery trip to the store today. Honestly the shopping culture here is not like back home. I am use to those big trips to Costco and stalking up for the next 6 months on pantry goods but here people make nightly trips to the local corner store rather than the big French chain store. Tonight I made a visit to my local store for more than just my usual Pepsi and galaxy bar fix. Instead, I bought supplies to prepare my favorite easy food in Jordan.

Ingredients:

Tomatoes(bandora)

Onions

Green Peppers

Chili Peppers

Eggs

Garlic

Olive Oil

and

Wheat Pita

Best eaten with hands.

All prepared for less than 2 American dollars.

Dumpster Dog

2011-10-22T08:06:00.000-07:00

Last night, Jordan and I heard the sound of distress coming through the window from the street. The other night I had met a little puppy out on the street and it followed me for a bit and I knew it had to be the same dog. Street animals are not an uncommon resident in any Jordanian neighborhood. However, a dog is! The majority and the mangiest of the street critters who frequent the local garbage dumpster in Jordan is the cat. I do not have a soft spot in my heart for the diseased felines of Amman but this pup from the other night was special. Jordan and I hit the street in search of the little guy/or girl. We were about to give up the search when we saw some neighborhood shabab(youth) kicking the dog and causing it to cry out and seek refuge under the dumpster. The boys had run away by the time we got to the little pup. Jordan was able to fish her( we found out latter that it was in fact a little she pup) out from underneath the refuse receptacle.

It was love at first sight for Jordan. He swept her up in his arms and brought her immediately inside. I must say that I am usually opposed to bringing rabid street animals into homes but like I said previously this dog was different. She was scared and covered in dirt, filth, and grime. Jordan washed her till the water ran clear and he fed her some chicken and we got her some water. She was exhausted from the evening's events and went straight to bed out on the boy's balcony for the night.

I was excited waking up this morning with hopes of taking Hiba (puppy) for a walk or teaching her some tricks. Dreams fizzled out as the boys informed me that the puppy's owner had come for the dog. The guys came across the little kid while playing tag football in the street. The little boy swore he didn't know anything about the dogs misadventures and promised to take better care of her. A little while later the boy returned asking if they had the dog again. The irresponsible brat had lost Hiba again. If I find her again, I will not be giving her back. I hope I see/ or hear from the pup soon.

Koshari!

2011-10-19T11:08:00.000-07:00

Delicious Egyptian street food in Amman. Due to popular demand more Sami pictures will be posted. Layla, pass this blog onto your mom. Sami isn't good at letting her into his Jordanian adventures.

Blog Fever

2011-10-08T01:33:00.000-07:00

For those interested in seeing what my apartment looks like here in Jordan click here. There is a lot of blogging happening on this study abroad. Most of us are saying the same things and doing similar activities. Makes post like these easier with other people doing all the ground work. So check them out.

Afternoon with Sami in Ruseifa

2011-10-07T15:55:00.000-07:00

"Ruseifa smells like poo!" - Sami al-Jamal

Ruseifa is a small town outside of Amman from where my dear pal Sami's extended family lives. For those who have been following my blog for awhile, you might remember other posts about Sami. Sami and I study Arabic together at BYU and are now studying Arabic in Amman, Jordan. Sami al-Jamal is a half Louisianian-Palestinian from the village of Sureef and he lived in Ruseifa and Amman till he was eight. Today, he invited G-rat, Papa John and myself to journey to this small urinal-smelling town. The beginning of the trip started off rocky with the lack of public transportation running from Amman to Ruseifa.

We ended up taking a taxi to the town for 5 dinars instead of our pre-estimated 40 qersh(50 cent) bus ride.

Above: Sami exiting taxi after haggling costs with the driver.

To qualify the ghettoness of this place I have included these graffiti abandon building wall arts.

Yep.....that is Sami standing next to his name.

G-rat, Papa John in back and Sami in front...walking through the streets of Ruseifa. Sami wanted to show us his baba's house.

Sami found his Uncle Musa.

When we arrived at Sami's auntie and uncle's house, we were greeted with kisses and Ma'loubeh. Ma'loubeh's awesomeness has also been noted in previous blahg posts. I also feel like the pictures speak for themselves. Just look at G-Rat's face!

The hardest part about being in Jordan is being so far away from family. I love being able to experience family life here whenever I can. The people here are so warm and willing to do anything for you. Sami's auntie asked if I had a warm coat for winter here and when I replied, "No." She immediately ran out of the room and returned with jackets in hand. Arabs will literally give you the clothes off there backs. The hospitality in this country is remarkable and I grow to love these people more everyday. Thanks again Sami for sharing your family with us today.

Back Home Again!

2011-10-06T12:20:00.000-07:00

Back in al-Ashrafiya

Same old mangy trash cats.

New shabab (group of boys).

Good finger foods.

Lady flat mates.

the first firing.

2011-07-21T13:53:00.000-07:00

never too late for lent.

2011-05-26T08:20:00.000-07:00

I am taking a stand, making a change, choosing a better path. It has only been two days but I have quit Dr. Pepper cold turkey. In fact, I have quit soda all together because lets face it there isn't really any other soda than Dr. Pepper in my beverage world. The reasoning behind this life change, and believe me this is a life change, is purely for fear of my old bones. The word "phosphate" just sends chills down my spine. Secondly, I have developed an unhealthy dependency on the drink and I am out to regain my independence this summer. Finally, to make things a little more interesting, I am saving all the money I would have spent on the delicious drink and putting it towards a good cause. New SHOES. It is going to be a long summer.

niece pulled a natalie

2011-05-12T10:04:00.000-07:00

The darndest things kids do. My niece and nephew decided to act out a scene from V for Vendetta and sissy opted to play the role of Evey. I think she pulls the Holocaust victim look off better than Natalie does.

2011-05-04T08:31:00.000-07:00

for sarai.

distraction

2011-05-02T10:33:00.000-07:00

Sami al-jamal loves my distractions andI love photobooth.

longer days and shorter thoughts

2011-04-29T23:59:00.000-07:00

I feel like I have been neglecting my blog and my whole 37 followers for these last couple of weeks. I am still convinced that my mom, Hayley, and Sarai are the only people in this world who even really read my blog. Cdfunk once tell me that my blog will never be "blogfamous" and to this day that does not really affect what I do with my own blog. In a world of chaos and random tangents, I have found my blog to be a place of refuge and reflection from/on the storm of thoughts that race through my head.

The last little while, my world has been filled with:
finalspackingcleaningfindingaplacetoallhomeforthesummermoreleaningeatingattendinggraduationsanddancepartiescleaningmoremovingunpackingsocializationingstudyingtrainingworkingnewjobandscrewinguponjobmeetinghandsomepeoplewithbeardscarproblemstiketsmakingofmoneyandphonecallshome.

the usual.

there have been so many new occurrences and new people that I can't help but miss the old. These last few weeks have moved so quickly that I barely have time to stop and think about people anymore. So many wonderful things are happening. Mission calls, baby bornings, weddings, graduations, big moves, new jobs, and even more grown up things. It makes me feel more in the mood for the next big thing for me. I feel like my next big thing is me holding on to a job longer than 2 months while going to school. I welcome this crazy adventure with open arms.

Also, I think cdfunk is working on finding me a boyfriend as well. We will see how that goes.

Buckle up

2011-04-12T16:28:00.000-07:00

I have never been a big believer in seat belts. I guess I never saw myself getting in a car accident. I honestly wear a belt 10% of the time that I drive. I do try to buckle up for the big freeway drive. Yesterday I was so glad that I buckled up for safety. Anyone who knows me knows that I have never been much of a driver. I hate driving. I am bad at it and I don't like doing things i don't enjoy. That might sound slightly hedonistic but those are the facts. After yesterday's bumper bash, I never want to drive again. Although I had a terrible morning, I was glad to catch The Arcade Fire show last night. Though the pushing of the crowd up front didn't really soothe my whiplash, I still had a great night. The kind of night that gives me more reason to buckle up while I drive.

NEW job

2011-04-06T20:28:00.000-07:00

I am newly employed at AMP Security for the summer......no I will not be peddling security systems like a tool but I will be a behind the scenes assisting the sales of tools by performing my duty as a credit checker/data entry agent. OH boy. Today, I just waltzed into a training session. There was no interview to attend, resume to complete, or application to fill out. I was in. Also, I was approached by my friend ( the one who should have interviewed me) and was told I was the only one in my training group without a criminal record. Oh the wonderful working world of an undergrad.

Birthday cake for birthday weekend

2011-04-03T20:16:00.000-07:00

made by my mum

A weekend with family in St. George was just what I wanted for my birthday. My weekend was filled with some fun times: I got a speeding ticket, ate falafel and kabob with my mom, played with the niece and nephew, watched a Portuguese movie and Les Miserables with my papa, ate yummy cake, painted nails, slept in, didn't study...

It is a little after 9 and going home tonight does not seem like a possibility. St. George, you always suck me in.

early bird catches the worm, late bird loses the friend

2011-03-16T22:23:00.000-07:00

It has been a long time since my last post and I am afraid this isn't much of a happy note. I had one of those days again. One of those days where I wish that I could be wired differently. Sometimes I wish I could be more organized, on tops of things, and well just able to complete my daily goals. I had a post awhile ago about my daily 5. I still do them and I had a big five-filled goal day today.

1) Go to in-service work meeting with other facilitators.
2) Help out a friend and be a model for his costume make-up class
3) Win the BYU's Spelling Bee.
4) Attend meeting for friend's new club "Friends of Palestine"
5) Take my big history midterm at 8

I was able to only do one of those 5. I took the test and I feel really good about it but the day did not start off the way I wanted. I woke up late and missed work meeting and coincidentally woke up at the exact minute I was suppose to meet my friend Adam. 13 minutes late I run to the HFAC hoping he is still there but he told me I was too late. I really disappointed him. Well, after that I felt really done and I threw myself into studying. I had to miss meeting and spelling bee....all things that I wish would have been on a different night.

My biggest regret...letting down a really good friend. I can't stand feeling like I am undependable.

word on the street

2011-02-28T00:08:00.000-08:00

So, I might be a terrible dater. Apparently, I lack focus and may be a bit to nonchalant in the ritualistic elements of courtship. With that all said, I tend to agree with some of these comments I have recently received. I have had a few misadventures in dating and now it would seem they are not all the boy's fault. Looks like I will just have to practice....or just stay home and watch enough romantic comedies to get it right.

Campus Crush

2011-02-23T17:17:00.000-08:00

Do any of you have that mysterious someone you see in all your regular places and even randomly around school? I have seen a certain fella around school this whole semester and I saw him again today. I see him in the library, the Kennedy Center, outside the JFSB. He just shows up. I am not sure if he is single, dating, or engaged but I am slowly working up confidence to go up and talk to him. Oh campus crush, when can we meet, share a milkshake, talk about our shared love of various tv shows, and be bf and gf?

The Daily Bunny

2011-02-16T13:39:00.000-08:00

A little while ago my friend showed me The Daily Bunny blog. Every day there is anew bunny to see. I have never wanted a bunny so much. I think I should get one for Easter. My room mates would be cool with that. I think.

2011-02-15T23:02:00.000-08:00

There is a house( more like a hotel but lets keep things quaint). In this house there lives Couch. At first glance, Couch seems like a very normal and well-adjusted little piece of furniture. She once was covered with a purple patterned throw from Bed Bath and Beyond but is now completely unhidden. She has no complexes about her rips, tears, or stains but rather she embraces them and wears them like badges of honor. She is obviously older in years and would justifiable be a little rough around the edges in manner and smell but she is not. While all seems normal and average, something is different about Couch. Couch has one of those magnetic personalities. Upon entering the house, everyone is drawn to her. Couch has a way of relieving stress in peoples lives. Her inviting manner allows friends to sit, relax, and forget all their problems. I love Couch. She has been so good to me but I am afraid that Couch and I must sever our ties at this point in time. Couch has distracted me too much from my studies. She exhaust me. Her very presence makes my eyes go heavy. I don't need comfort. I need life and energy. No more sleep when there is studying to be done. I am just going to stop spending so much time with her and just stay at school more. It is for the best.

Free at last

2011-02-11T16:11:00.000-08:00

Mubarak stepping down from his position as the president of Egypt has several meanings.
Firstly, It means freedom for the Egyptian people. Their country now belongs to them.
Second, It means that there is a chance that the country could stabilize just in time for us to end up studying Arabic there this fall.
Thirdly, This day has meant full points on all in-class assignments and gives us Middle East Studies majors to throw a raging party celebrating Egyptian independence.

Pinching Pennies

2011-02-10T09:02:00.000-08:00

I have been wanting to save up money, gather friends, and go to a Coachella Fest show for quite some time and this year's lineup is looking too good to ignore but I have bigger things to also save up money for( i.e. mandatory study abroad). Is anyone else interested? We could eat and sleep down there for free. My aunt lives about ten minutes away from the Polo grounds. Sure the festival is around finals time but.........Kanye!

locked out

2011-02-05T14:00:00.000-08:00

Two seconds after finishing the last post I locked myself out of my apartment with no keys or phone. I am currently in my complex's laundry facility with nothing but my striped peejees on and my dirty clothes that I am washing to pass the time. If any one reads this and wants to call Mira, my room mate, that would be great.

Save me.

Dinner Picnic

2011-02-05T13:28:00.000-08:00

One of the biggest appreciations brought back with me from Jordan was for food, Arabic and Mediterranean-style food. Mostly just anything that I can drown in yogurt I love. Many of the meals I ate were very communal and there was a ceremony about it. It is a time for family, friends, room mates, and even stranger to sit down and enjoy one another. Usually that means not a lot of talking but my roomie and I had some lovely conversations. She is such a good sport about things( she hates this Vietnamese place that I love and she went and ate with me because I was sick and needed some comfort food). Her family never sits on the floor to eat but I told her that I really missed it and she did it with me. It was our date night. We both needed a good time with kebab, stuffed grape leaves, and YOGURT (leban).

barely functioning

2011-02-03T16:11:00.000-08:00

went to class at three....woke up at 2:30
went to bed at 9 last night......hate the taste of liquid medicine.

But thank goodness for NPR Tiny Desk Concerts.

follow up on last post

2011-02-02T19:41:00.000-08:00

Since Monday I have.....
Payed the hefty traffic ticket I had.
Studied Arabic a little.
Tried a new recipe out on 6 guinea pigs.
I also fell asleep to thinking about reading a book.

I really just don't feel well and I just want to sleep.
To do list day 3:
1. Go to bed before 9.....check.

Order vs chaos

2011-01-31T02:00:00.000-08:00

I have never been one for organization.
I don't make plans too far in advance.
I forget a lot and I am late to almost everything.

I was inspired by Katie's last post to make a goal of keeping lists. I know so many people who swear by the power of a well-written list. I have just been feeling like I am not doing all I could do in a day due to a lack in structure.
Here are a few things I would like to do:

1) pay my traffic ticket
2) study Arabic
3) study more Arabic
4) clean my room and find my house keys
5) write my KP a mission letter
6) fall asleep reading a book every night
7) learn the Russian alphabet
8) cook a meal from a fun new recipe
9) tell sugar to take a hike
10) do something nice for a stranger

11) keep daily to-do lists

I think that keeping my thoughts and goals organized me will allow me to approach my days with more zeal. I just need a new routine and scribbling some of my daily goals down on paper might be just what I need.

those things

2011-01-25T13:46:00.000-08:00

Do you ever find yourself smiling uncontrollably? You have just found something uniquely charming, heard someone tell you something really great, found a new song that has just change your life, and whatever else stimulates you in a way that you just cannot help but feel a sort of traffic jam in your chest. I just have been noticing the little things. Just like Jesse Eisenberg in "Zombieland" I actively try to enjoy those things that confront you everyday and make you happy( yes, I just watched the movie last night. Still great.). I guess all this comes from interacting with many people who are impervious to this feeling I am referring to called "happiness." I know that I have had my share of very low points that almost felt bottomless but I am just so happy to be alive. I am here to experience, enjoy, love, smirk, listen to, laugh about, procrastinate, work hard, self-improve, and just be.

A new means of communication

2011-01-24T12:17:00.000-08:00

These were just cute.

TWITTER! Everyone is doing it, right? I initially joined twitter at a friend's suggestion and am now renewing my interest in it again for Becca. I look at most of the social networking fads and the public displays of statuses as part of our generation. Sure, one could choose to rise above these things and analyze the facebooking, commenting, tweeting, blogging world as ridiculous and leading to the downfall of real human interaction but I choose to be less pessimistic and give each forum of instant information a chance. Does anyone else have twitter? Follow me
Disclaimer: May not be the most interesting.

Sleepy times

2011-01-23T13:17:00.000-08:00

Lately, I can't seem to stay awake long after I sit down on friends's couches.I start my evenings with every intent of socializing and having a good time. But just thinking about an old soggy couch with ripped cushions makes my eyes go heavy. The last few nights I have woken up in darkness with no sign of friends.....I am always alone. I wish my friends would wake me up instead of my dry contact-laden eyes refocusing, finding the time to be 3 even 7 in the morning, and then making the cold drive home in my frosty car. I am just getting to that age.

I have been shhhd

2011-01-20T17:09:00.000-08:00

I have frequented the computer lab of the HLRC for over a year now and everyone knows the HLRC is a place of laughter, story telling, and loud conversations. Well, I was mistaken. I was told to lower my voice today. I demanded to know from whom this audacious complaint was coming. The employee/friend said he could not tell me.
I guess I will have to take my studying business somewhere else where.

Cold feet

2011-01-16T16:16:00.000-08:00

Well, it is that time a year again in Provo when the days of winter semester are either rainy, snowy, or just bone-chillingly freezing. With the change in weather, a change in wardrobe is obligatory. I don't know what it is but I just cannot seem to grapple the concept of boots. I don't know why I am so different from all the other kids at school. Everyone seems perfectly comfortable wearing their hip leather boots or even those awful furry yeti foot coverings yet I walk around with cloth Mary Janes. Last year, I managed the cold treacherous walks to campus all in a pair of Toms. I just hate boots. I have several logical and some illogical reasons for hating boots with every fiber of my being. Let me first justify and even define my hatred for boots.
1) I am 5'4 and convinced that boots would indeed make my legs look super weird.
2) I prefer slip on shoes.
3) I don't feel like I need to add to the already large boot population on campus.
4) Being told I have to have something makes be even more non-compliant.
5) Finally, I hate boots on me but not on everyone. I know many classy ladies with excellent boots( Hayface, Katie, Becca, and her cute little sis.)
After several bitter days at school I have finally broke down and will soon buckle up for what I am sure will be a bumpy and drawn out search for some winter shoery.
Yes, I intend to purchase some boots. Let me know if any of you have some suggestions on where I could find some boots.

Validated by Condi

2011-01-13T15:57:00.000-08:00

The former Secretary of State Condoleeza Rice's visit and address in BYU's weekly devotional created some controversy amongst many members of our assumed predominantly conservative student body. I drove by many bearded protester on my way to the Marriot Center. I found Rice's address validating. She made it a point to appeal to BYU's administrators by emphasizing her agreement with our foci on family and the philosophy that faith and reason are not conflicting ideas. Though many of my acquaintances found her speech "interesting but lacking", I thought her impressive. She was adamant on the importance of finding your passion and expanding your world. Obviously, Rice's words made me feel like studying Arabic maybe isn't such a crazy notion. I left feeling confident in my passion for the Middle East. Even though I don't know what I will do with my passion, i know that it is something that i want to do for the rest of my life. That is something.

Mmm Brinner

2011-01-12T21:33:00.000-08:00

When the cold weather comes, I am always in the mood for breakfast for dinner. I also went out and bought some cocoa mix just for the mug Sarai gave me for Christmas. The owl keeps my beverages mighty hot.
Thanks, Sarai.

Viva Satire

2011-01-05T00:06:00.000-08:00

I remember reading Twain's "Adventures of Huckleberry Finn" when I was high school and thinking that Twain's book sure had some blatant racial slurs and political incorrectness running rampant throughout the text. I discovered the cleverness and literary usefulness of satire because of Twain. So, I was interested in reading that some one thought that Twain's satirical passages could use some sanitizing. A new edition of Twain's book has been published with some more pristine language in place of the sharp usage of the word 'nigger' 219 times. I am even more fascinated by the overwhelming backlash this new edition has brought about. People are crying out, "censorship!" This open debate warms the heart. Who doesn't enjoy witnessing true freedom? God bless satire and free speech.

frozen wasteland

2011-01-03T16:57:00.000-08:00

Oh the joys of winter.
I returned home to find all the bathrooms in the house soaked in toilet water and frozen like an arctic igloo restroom.
My homey little motel was holding a room temperature of 41 when I entered the scene. How could this be? The heater had been completely turned off. My innocent roomie in her haste somehow did not realize that pipes and such things freeze without warmth. I can't be too harsh on her. She just did not know. Thusly, I am waiting for a plumber/ land lord to arrive and diagnose the situation. I so badly need to pee.

A lot of time on my hands

2010-12-31T13:43:00.000-08:00

The purchasing of Netflix may have been the best and the worst decision I made during this break. Sure, now I am caught up on all the film/t.v. I could ever want to follow but more specifically I got caught up on all the great Arabic films Netflix has to offer. "Paradise Now" is and will always be my favorite Arabic film. They show it in all the MESA classes and I am sure it is offered as extra credit in some other classes too. The film is simply amazing. I mostly love to listen to the Shami Arabic in it. I love the film because it portrays the reality that faces many young disillusioned Arab youth in the region. Suicide bombing is a product of its environment. I would never condone the act but I recognize the patterns and understand the emotions behind it. "Paradise Now" conveys those emotions perfectly. This post was not suppose to get me talking about big issues like suicide bombing. The source of the post is much more superficial. It began with me watching the movie on my computer and just thinking about how great Kasi Nashef is. Is he not the most beautiful man? I hope that every person( interested in the Middle East or not) will watch this movie.

Legos aren't just for kids

2010-12-29T19:33:00.000-08:00

this is my personal favorite.

Name that show/film.
Alex Eylar uses his love of legos and pop culture to create art. To see more great moments in film/lego history click here.
This post was inspired by Sarai's Snape lego man.

Pretty girl, fancy nails.

2010-12-27T20:16:00.000-08:00

The best niece in the world. Her Jordanian Arabic is coming along swimmingly.

Freaks and Geekathon

2010-12-26T12:56:00.000-08:00

IFC in all of their infinite wisdom put on a weekend long Freaks and Geeks marathon just to keep me company during my couch-strickening seasonal cold. The hours of entertainment could not have come at a better time. I was also happy to spy with my little eye a guest role played by Jason Schwartzman as the skeezy fake ID guy. I been left in quite the predicament in trying to decide which character I love more. The quirky and sensitive Bill or the wise sage Harris? I just cannot choose.

There is HOPE.

2010-12-24T15:06:00.001-08:00

Meet Mavis.

I HAVE A SECRET.

Do you remember back in elementary school when your teacher led your class to the computer lab twice a week to practice your typing with some fun basketball speed typing game? Well, I went to every one of those lessons and I enjoyed every game. The only problem is I was a cheater. I always looked at my fingers and I never fully mastered the home key finger positions. The ugly truth is I am a 21 year old non-typer. I have been pecking away at class papers, Gchat convos, and blog posts for years. This is something of an embarrassment when it comes to typing in front of people. This last summer, I was among fellow peckers in the computer class I taught. I learned a very valuable lesson from working with the women in my class. I learned life is about growing, learning, and improving one's self. One women who helped me realize this was named Intisaar. Her name in Arabic means triumph and that is exactly what she did everyday. Intisaar was in her late 40's and she was always so excited to learn. She helped me realize that you are never too old to learn.

This is where a certain Christmas gift from Hayley comes in. Hay has laughed at me forever about my meager attempts at speedy typing. She thoughtfully with a little tongue and cheek gave me Mavis Beacon Teaches Typing cd for her annual Xmas gift. So, I think I found my new project for Christmas Break. Thanks for the present, Hayface.

a trivial war.

2010-12-20T18:15:00.000-08:00

The same seasonal breaks from BYU that allow me to relinquish my scholarly duties for a few weeks also allow me to pick up a friendly game of Trivial Pursuit with the old high school crowd. Over the years, the level of excitement and anticipation for this game of trivia has fluctuated but the level of competition has remained the same. The original roster of players has changed over time but we have been able to hold on to many of the genuine competitors. The intent of the game is purely for entertainment purposes yet the night always seems to escalate and end in tears, raised voices, and challenges for another trivial match. I have a feeling tonight's game will not be any different from past games. Perfect Jordan will win and Katie will be so mad. It is sure to be war.

So this is what it feels like........

2010-12-15T22:05:00.000-08:00

I have been awake for 36hrs straight.

I just lied in bed for an hour but I can't sleep.

Too much to cram before my last three finals end.

Oh the joy of nervous butterflies in the stomach.

No dancing sugar plums in my dreams tonight. Just Google docs full of information about marsh Arabs in Iraq and the function of kizelbashes during the Ottoman empire.

Art amidst the conflict

2010-12-13T21:56:00.000-08:00

Even though I should be studying and not blogging, I could not help but share these amazing images I came across while "studying." The elusive and prolific British graffiti artist Banksy knows how to make a statement. His political and satirical works can be seen even in the Middle East. The works above are all from the Israeli concrete barrier that sections off much of the West Bank. This wall serves as one of the greatest "barriers" to reaching any kind of peaceful resolution between Palestine and Israel. With every concrete section erected, the lesser the likelihood of Palestine participating in peace talks with the Israelis. Israel uses the wall as a protective measure but it is also strategic as it continues to take up Arab land and force Palestinians out of their ancestral homes. Though Banksy is a foreigner, he successfully captures the prospective and the hope of every Palestinian living behind the wall.

Meeting Mister Heavenly

2010-12-11T00:11:00.000-08:00

I shook Micheal Cera's hand tonight. I shook his hand and told him that his band did a really great job. He was exactly what I thought he would be like. He was a snarky prepubescent looking bass player. So, he was basically like all the characters he has ever played in film and t.v.

The general atmosphere of Kilby Court was a little agitated tonight. Everyone knew why everyone else was there. I don't think anyone really cared about the opening bands or even Mister Heavenly's music. Micheal Cera literally stole the show away from everyone. I can't help but imagine the tour bus talk after each show. I am sure all the guys sit around laughing about all the incredibly witty comments yelled at them between song transitions. "Hey, George Micheal" was my favorite for this evening. I enjoyed the musical performance of all the band members but I cannot honestly say that I went to the show for the collective group. I, like everyone else tonight, went to go see the endearing awkward George Micheal personality of Micheal Cera.

I felt sort of foolish just walking up to him and fawning over him like the others but I don't regret cutting off this crazy blonde girl telling(not politely asking) Micheal Cera that he should take a picture with her and her friends. He was sassy to her and I appreciated that. It was a good night of friends, music, and celebrity encounters.

Yes, a post about finals.....

2010-12-08T16:08:00.000-08:00

I wish the stacks of books I have to read looked this good.

To the average college student, finals is a word that is more taboo than He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's name.

You know finals week has hit when you find your self asking people how they are more than once in a single conversation. A common mistake that I make occasionally with quick passings but more consistently during my scattered days of final studying. Many kids are lucky and get to experience the joy of finals weeks. The week before finals always seems to be my busiest time in a semester. But I thought I would try and post a little something before the true craziness marks me with its black X.

There are perks to finals week that I think go unrecognized.

My favorite things about the last week of school:

1. The HBLL's extended hours with the closing songs that play. Last night, I got to exit the library with a ear full of some cheery Christmas music. Seriously, the library is a place I save for special occasions and that is what keeps my bitterness at bay about spending hours upon hours in the dark underbelly of the Hublib.(trying out my new name for the lib)

2. Book buy backs.....extra cash to spend on that special someone.

3. The enjoyment of working super hard and stressing out so much to have it all be over in a matter of three hours.

It will be all over soon enough. That's the greatest perk.

I am like a child whose parents spell words so they don't understand the conversation

2010-12-01T17:36:00.000-08:00

Everything going my way

2010-11-29T20:44:00.000-08:00

The break from school is now over and it's crunch time.

Luckily all my professors have been very agreeable and have extended several paper deadlines.

Saints, all of them. Well, at least this proves they are all human beings. Whatever the case, it is very much appreciated.

The subsequent effects of the past few inclement weather days has also produced reduced stress and has increased the legitimacy of excuses.

Thank you Mother Nature.

Also, I saw my paycheck from work. I got like 94 bucks for just writing emails and talking about my summer in Jordan.

Not too shabby. I gonna buy some groceries.

Bang Bang

2010-11-25T20:45:00.001-08:00

Thanksgiving means eating and then spending the rest of the day watching movies. I showed The Brothers Bloom to my papa. He thinks its weird but he loves the little details strategically placed in every scene. I just love looking at Adrien Brody and I aspire to be just like Bang Bang when I grow up.

Inclement weather

2010-11-21T10:39:00.000-08:00

Hayley, thanks for letting me crash on your couch last night!

I hate driving in blizzard-like conditions and am not happy about the ominous preview to Northern Utah winter elements I received last night. I realize that it wasn't that bad but I am not even a good driver in the best possible weather conditions. So, I was glad I didn't have to attempt a suicide mission back to Provo at 11 at night. I was glad I got to spend some time with hayley even though during that time I got lost in the snow, was a brat to one of her fellow Relief Society presidency member, and I appeared a little flustered and erratic to your friends and room mates.

Things that were great about last night:

1. I got to see hayley's classy face.

2. I ate delicious pie.....and some gross burnt pie in attempt to form a peace treaty with that girl I was rude to in the bathroom.

3. I snuggled with Hayley during She's Just Not That Into You.

4. I saw hayley's new and improved apartment decor. (Your pictures are gorgeous!) I think of Don Quixote every time I see your windmill photo.

5. Slept on a semi-comfy couch and listened to hay talk about cereal at 8 in the morning.

I am content. I hope that I will be able to spend some more quality time with hay soon.

Coming down to the wire

2010-11-17T17:13:00.001-08:00

I have been working my tail off trying to get the information out on the Jordan Internship for this summer. Now truth be told, I have not been the greatest advertiser but my unorthodox methods have proven sufficient( I mostly wait for people to ask me about it). I have talked to about 15 kids about the opportunity. The boss man says we can only take 6-8. I thought I was doing great. I was meeting with kids every day, setting up appointments, and emailing like a stay at home mom who just discovered chain mail.

Well, the deadline for applications is Friday and guess how many future developers of the world have actually put the effort into getting their applications done? Two, dos, إتنين, duex, dois, две.......!!!!!
I have sent out email reminders and I am hoping people are just good ol' fashion procrastinators. All I can do is sit and update the web page. Unfortunately, I have not met with any prospective interns like the ideal young man above but I have met with some good eggs. Hopefully, a boy like this will wander into the office sometime tomorrow.

Tis the season......

2010-11-16T18:22:00.001-08:00

The Turkey Day feast is not even in its tupper ware( in fact, the turkey has yet to be bought for my family's feast) and the 24/7 Christmas music station is up and blaring.

Where did this semester go?

It is almost Christmas but that does not mean I am not going to take my sweet time finishing this semester. I have way to much to do for it to be the end already. I am hoping that my mom puts up the Christmas tree the day after Thanksgiving. I love to untangle all the lights. It gives me a feeling of accomplishment that is unmatched by any other task.

Numb Days

2010-11-15T12:28:00.000-08:00

I was cooped up in the house all day yesterday.

It was just one of those lethargic days.

I hate those days that pass by so fast. The days where you did nothing but not in a therapeutic way. The days where you just go numb and the hours of the day tick-tock there way down to nothing.

I remedied this feeling of no feeling by walking. I have developed an affinity for taking walks. This isn't very logical given the season it is but the weather does not inhibit me.

I am convinced walking can solve any problem. Some problems take longer walks but eventually tangled thoughts become untangled and restless legs become tired in a good way.

I think I have found a cure for my numb days.

Pretty little things

2010-11-11T17:53:00.001-08:00

Bon jour mon amour!

I saw these delicate sweets on Gossip Girl this week and am now on the hunt for macaroons.

Macaroons of today have come a long way from our parent's generation of sweets. These little morsels come in a variety of colors and flavors. I have been perusing recipes and I am thinking of trying some of the different styles out.

Living is Learning

2010-11-09T17:54:00.000-08:00

This might be the cheesiest post in the world but I was thinking about this topic and well the purpose of this blog is for me to channel my randomness into something productive and less socially awkward.

Here we go.

Kids say the darndest things, right?

Well, the other day I was in Costco and I heard this little boy ask his dad what this word( that is escaping my memory...it may have been perservative) meant and it got me thinking about my study of Arabic. The studying of other languages allows people to return to their once child-like curiosity of new words and meanings. I have been feeling kind of down and out with my Arabic studies. I have the greatest room mates and they are always teaching me the best stuff to say in Arabic but I can't help but feel my averageness kick in from time to time.

I want to be great at Arabic right now and it is hard for me to swallow the reality that with every new verb, grammatical concept, and cultural idiom I learn, I discover how much I really don't know. I think self-discouraging habits are what keep many from completing Arabic and consequently sucker people into giving up. My good friend Sami al-Jamal is one of these kids. Fact: Arabic is hard.

Fact: The pressure of actually making to the study abroad almost makes you want to puke.

Fact: Arabic is an obstacle like any other and it is completely mental.

I want to achieve and I want Sami to achieve. We both just need to start believing in ourselves.

Sami, stay in Arabic! Go to Egypt. Please.

Boosh!

2010-11-06T00:18:00.000-07:00

The resemblance between Zira from Planet of the Apes and Micheal Fielding's character Naboo from the hit Brit tv comedy The Mighty Boosh is eerily uncanny. I mean come on. What adds to the familiarity during the show is Naboo is followed around by his trusty sidekick primate. The show is great. I love British shows and this Boosh takes the cake.

Oh the monotony

2010-11-05T01:16:00.000-07:00

What do you do when every blog you look at seems to be blogging about all the same things?

What if your blog is one of those blogs?

I guess blogging is not an original idea and should not be expected to be anything new and cutting edge.

I kind of feel like Natalie Portman in the movie Garden State in this capacity.

So, How might you remedy this monotonous situation?

Well, whenever Natalie's character feels unoriginal she tries to do something completely original so that she can feel unique again.

I like what the poster above says. I can just see this hanging in a high school near student's lockers and students after reading this swear under their breath and walk away with disdain. Who thinks of this stuff?

Casimir Pulaski Day

2010-11-03T16:32:00.000-07:00

This last Monday, I saw Mr. Sufjan Stevens perform in Salt Lake and it was utterly fantastic. He is incredibly charismatic, eccentric, and the most handsomest young man ever! I enjoyed the show immensely but was disappointed by Sufjan's non-playing of Casimir Pulaski. Do not mistake me by any means.....the show was glorious and he did satisfy me with his collaborative show of new and old songs. The opportunity to hear Age od Adz live warmed me up more to the idea of his new futuristic sound. Sufjan was everything and more I thought he would be.

Anyways, I claim Casimir Pulaski to be my favorite song yet I uncharacteristically never googled information about the song. I was fickling around on hypem.com today and found a live recording of my beloved song and Sufjan told me all I need to know about the song. Casimir Pulaski was a famous general in the civil war and every year the state of Illinois recognizes this great man and does not hold school the first Monday of every March out of respect. Just thought I would share this little factoid with you all. Sorry to everyone who knew this already. I am behind the times.

cheer me up.

2010-10-29T18:11:00.000-07:00

I kind of had a terrible day today. It was just one on "those" days. It all started with it being suggested that I might have ADHD and from there it just escalated. I hate when I just don't feel good about things. I can feel myself pushing people away and not being able to react rationally to how I feel. Luckily, God created Adrien Brody and pumpkin chocolate chip cookies. Nothing makes me happier than watching Mr. Brody being his ruggedly adorable self on my home television screen and tis the season to stuff one's self with seasonal treats like cookies with pumpkin in them. I feel better already but enough deflecting. I need to make some changes. I need to feel better for reals.

too.....

2010-10-26T19:09:00.000-07:00

too hectic.

too sick.

too cold.

too busy.

too many choices.

too many people.

too many things to do.

too exhausted to walk down stairs to turn off the beeping alarm clock.

too hungry, not enough energy to make anything.

too much, too fast.

not enough time, energy, or caffeine in the world.

Connecting with old friends

2010-10-23T12:00:00.000-07:00

This is Dar al-Wefaq. The women's shelter I taught in during the summer and the home to some incredible women.

This week, I got a friend request on Facebook from someone I thought was a stranger. Since Jordan, I have become accustomed to receiving odd friend requests from random Arabs. Fact: Arabs are the most interesting FB friends. They love to chat randomly and they love posting odd quizzes and gifts from games on their friend's wall. After awhile I stopped adding the random people who had found me on Facebook But this new request was different from the others.

The request was from an Iraqi refugee whom I had worked with while volunteering at the women's shelter she was staying at. I had a group of 4 Iraqi women at the shelter who treated me like I was one of their own. These four women were different from the other beneficiaries at the shelter because they were the longterm residents. All of them were waiting to be moved by the UNHCR to America or any country where they could start their lives over again. Daily life at Dar al Wefaq is not easy. The women who live their have no means of educational resources or ways of passing their time productively. Last summer, I was there only source of entertainment and outside communication. The grief, pain, and hopelessness the women feel while biding their time plunges every one of them into deeper states of unhappiness. Dalia was different. She was always so apt to learn and to try the activities I planned. She was one of my most diligent English students because she very much wanted to live in the U.S. I could not believe it when she chatted with me on Facebook last night. After over 9 months of living in this shelter she finally made it to the U.S. She isn't too far from me either. She is living in her own apartment in Arizona. She is incredible but I can't imagine how hard the transition has been on her. She has no job as of recently but I am sure their are organizations helping her with job placement.

A few weeks ago, I went to Salt Lake to go to a refugee mentor orientation. The exposure and experience I had with Iraqi refugees made me want to help them while in my own country. Unfortunately, I couldn't volunteer this semester because of schedule conflicts but hopefully my school schedule will not bear me down too much next semester. When I went to the IRC offices, I was overwhelmed with memories and feelings of awe towards the organizations our country has for refugees from all over the world. I just hope that maybe there will be a student or a volunteer who will help Dalia in her times of need. I can't imagine what it would be like to be so far away from your family and everything you know and just start over. She is an amzing woman and I am so happy she was able to find me. We have each other's number so I hope to stay close to this person who cared for me while I was in a foreign and sometimes scary place.

Dream room.

2010-10-21T15:25:00.000-07:00

study partner

2010-10-19T20:58:00.001-07:00

And the winner is..........

2010-10-18T20:15:00.000-07:00

My sister was diagnosed with diabetes a few months ago and her life has been drastically different ever since. She submitted this picture to a photo contest for a diabetes group and she won. She is quite the wit. The blood is a little gross but it is a a daily reality for my kk. I love you, sissy.

being a grown up is hard

2010-10-18T15:57:00.000-07:00

Recently, I have been receiving strange calls at odd hours in the day from some Oregonian number. I finally call the suspicious number to see what the people on the other line have to say and I discovered it was the bank calling. Wells Fargo to be more specific. Every grown ups worse nightmare is having the money peoples after them. The money peoples told me that I had over 100 dollars that I owed on my Wells Fargo credit card. I had a hard time accepting this reality since I never received a death sentence in the form of a card that can both build your credit or obliterate it in one foul swoop so headed to the place where all the money is kept to find someone to talk to about this issue. So, I spoke with Kim, a friendly accounts manager, and she helped me work things out but unfortunately working things out meant I had to dish out 98 bucks to pay some dumb overdraft charges. I learned the lesson of money management today like a real grown up.

Another added pleasure was getting a call my dad saying that my mother is worried about me getting married. She doesn't want me to a be a spinster like my older brother. She is worried I might pick a professional life over a family life.

I AM ONLY 21.

You are so hip Justin Gish

2010-10-14T20:05:00.000-07:00

I took the time to listen and look at the handsome faces that make the music I love today while cramming for a certain midterm. In my perusal of pictures of Zach Condon from Beirut, I stumbled upon a familiar looking eastern European hat. Mr. Condon was sporting the same Soviet cap that my pal Justin Gish also wore for a photo opportunity. Funny coincidence.
The most uncanny resemblance my professionally bearded friend makes is to the indie sensation Justin Vernon of Bon Iver. The flannel, beard, and ginger red hair never lies. Justin Gish, I think you might have a future as a quirky indie musician/performer.

Feeling Cute

2010-10-12T18:20:00.001-07:00

Gap was having a Bajillion Dollar Off Sale Extravaganza and I purchased this blouse for 10 bucks! They only had extra large left but the shirt functions well as a dress over leggings. I felt real dressy today even though my leggings usually only function as bed wear. I didn't have a class till 1:30 so I was able to put my contacts in and do my hair. Every time I do my hair for school, people always ask if I got a hair cut. I have not cut my hair in over 5 months. I think my hair shrinks more than it grows.

Missing Ma'louba

2010-10-10T23:38:00.001-07:00

I talked to my host mom on Facebook today and she said they were eating Ma'louba for dinner. Ma'louba translates to mean upside down. The meal is exactly that. You layer the ingredients in a huge pan and then when it is all cooked you flip it over onto a giant platter. the main veggies in Ma'louba can be interchangeable. The dish consists of rice as the base, chicken, fried potatoes, eggplant, and carrots. Top with yogurt and you have the most delicious Arab comfort food.

It was one of my first Middle Eastern dishes and although it is a very simple dish, it is my favorite food. It should have its own food group.

Star Struck by Surfer Blood

2010-10-09T07:40:00.000-07:00

I am still smirking from last night's concert at the Urban Lounge. This would be my first show at this venue and I found the atmosphere light and the crowd friendly. It was 12:30 when Surfer Blood finally hit the stage. Their performance was great. I had never listened to them before and I thought they were interesting performers. I was front and center for the whole show and I didn't take my eyes off of the lead singer and guitarist, John Paul Pitts.

I seriously stared at him through all of his songs and he kept looking at me. I even made him smile a few times during the songs. I am not much of a dancer at shows. I much prefer really observing the performers and the little details of a live show( hence the staring). When they were done I reached out and asked for the guitar pick that he had been using all night. I was trying to get it so I could one up my friend who got the drum sticks from the earlier band. He then looked directly at me and with a knowing look, smiled, and then proceeded to walk off stage............

Encore time:

Mr. lead vocals and guitarist was called back on stage and he played a few of his slower ballad-type songs. I continued to stare just to see if he would keep staring.................

then......the shows ends. My friend is trying very hard to get something from John Paul. John Paul leans down and untapes the set list from the sweat stained stage. Then, he places the set list in my hand, leans over and whispers in my ear, "can I buy you a drink?"

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I was so surprised and tickled by the invitation but reality hit hard when I realized that I was not going to be able to hang out with the baby-faced musician since I was there on a date. After the show, the people closest to me in the crowd asked me what he had said. I told the girl closest to me what he had said and she gave me a large pat on the back. I also tried to look to my friends and date for advice on my next mode of action. My friend Christian asked me to get his autograph for him. So, I went up and chit-chatted (everyone who knows me, knows how I do that.) and I told him that I wouldn't be able to get that drink with him. He said that we could just hang out for a bit. I then threw in the fact that I had a midterm that morning and gave him one last "you were really great and so cute" and then left with the boy I came with.

Even though I am sure that the guy just wanted some after concert action, I do wish that I would have been able to grab that drink with him.....the bar might've had a dr. pepper somewhere. A few days later he added me on facebook and told me that maybe we could hang the next time the band comes to Salt Lake. Who knows? Maybe we will get that drink sometime.

Police BEAT

2010-10-06T18:52:00.000-07:00

It feels good to beat the police.......

Staying on task

2010-10-04T19:47:00.000-07:00

I use to consider myself a pretty intelligent girl but I realize that I am not very smart at managing time. I wish I could be like those people who can just go sit anywhere quiet and get all their work done. I am more of a just-barely-passing type. This attitude will simply not do.

I always say that I am turning over a new leaf and that I will do better every new semester. Well, this is my public announcement to everyone: I might not be as fun as I use to be this semester. I am tired of just getting by. I really want to work hard and do the best I can. The reality of my upcoming study abroad in Egypt is haunting. The stakes have been raised since last year and actually making it into the program is not a sure thing even if I am a MESA student.

This is scary.

I want to do better. I remember that Sunday school lesson that advised all of us in class that a written goal is a lot more likely to be accomplished than a abstract mental goal.

This is my goal:

Get a B in Arabic(insha allah)..........A's in the rest of my classes.

thanks to my friend Garrett who has inspired me to use my school day hours wisely.

The forbidden fruit

2010-10-02T14:59:00.000-07:00

I know that the Bible clearly states that it is a sin to covet thy neighbor's possessions. But since the first day I saw the fruitful branches that hang over into my backyard area behind my apartment, I have wanted to pick the heavenly smelling peaches that dangle from the tree.

On my initial evaluation of the situation, I was afraid that we might have been too late in picking the peaches. There were smooshed, decaying, and buggy peaches everywhere. The best of the best peaches were at the very top of the tree. So, I enlisted the help of my taller room mate Mira to help me in my quest for the sweet morsels.

Alas, we were both ineffective in our goal due to us being vertically disadvantaged. We then had our chivalrous friend, Rani, fetch a chair and shake some branches for us. He was able to pull a ladder from the other side of the fence and use it to retrieve the ripened treats.

After collecting a shirt full of peaches without being discovered and yelled at by our neighbors........I still have no idea what I want to do with them

But When you neighbor's peach tree gives you peaches, you make.........cobbler?

My favorite fashionista sikh

2010-09-29T20:51:00.000-07:00

I just love this guy.

Waris Singh Ahluwalia +Wes Anderson movies= me so happy.

Hipster: The Internal and External Struggle

2010-09-28T09:50:00.000-07:00

(I am not fooling this guy.)

My quirky friend Tiffany is convinced that I am a hipster. She posted the picture of me above on Facebook with the determination of proving her exaggerated point. I have gone through this before with my room mates last year and I still stick to my guns.........I am not a hipster. I must admit that I do have some hipster tendencies but those stem from me being a young, modern, college student.

Ok, Urban Dictionary characterizes a hipster as this, "Hipsters are a subculture of men and women typically in their 20's and 30's that value independent thinking, counter-culture, progressive politics, an appreciation of art and indie-rock, creativity, intelligence, and witty banter."

check

and check.

Whoops.

So, I might qualify as a hipsteresque individual if we go of this standard definition. But I say, "who cares?" I am pretty confident that most of the students walking around BYU( actually every university campus in the world) is a hipster. Whether people are trying their hardest to be or not, the "hipster" style is almost inescapable and we will all just have to sit tight, keep are true interests close, our own personal styles intact, and sit this fad out.

I have to force myself not to eat my gum

2010-09-27T16:00:00.000-07:00

The new dessert's line of Extra sugar free gum is the best thing I have ever tasted! I know that I have been mocked before for speaking in superlative but really...really...really. This gum is so good and it doesn't freak you out. I asked some stranger for gum the other day and my taste buds were pleasantly surprised by the smooth yet fresh flavor of the ice cream gum. I really want to try the strawberry shortcake flavor next...wish me luck.

Visit to SG

2010-09-26T21:38:00.001-07:00

Thanks to Jordan Frei's hospitality, I was able to make it down to St. George for a family visit and some Swiss Days fun. My allergies were less grateful and flustered me a bit but they did not get in the way of my adventures with ol' friends.

Friday night was blur of driving, arriving home to an empty house, eating at in n out with Truebloods and co, then stomping through Tiger's Trail with ceej, dave, and jordan and being attacked by an awful swarm of bats.

Saturday began with waffles and then Swiss Day festivities. Swiss Days happened to be right next to my house. In fact, two of the three ways of getting to my house were blocked off due to the fest.

Today was a nice Sunday. I saw my nephew participate in the his first Primary Program. After church, i broke bread with the Trueblood family. It is always a joy to visit their home and to witness the intricacy of their playful plots.

Thanks Truebloods for the thoughtful teasing of today!

Pheonix: In the Venue

2010-09-24T00:26:00.000-07:00

Sufie and I holding up the line for a quick picture. I love this girl.

The concert crew after the show in front of a terrifying wall mural . Sufie made us all our own Phoenix concert tees! We looked good. This concert was also Sufie's brother Henry's first live show. In my opinion, Henry did very well fitting into the In the Venue crowd.

The best drummer in the whole world! His shirt just popped on stage as did his intense eyes as they gazed into my soul.
Meet Handsome Gorgeous. I didn't get a picture that fully captured his fantasticness or one that didn't have his perfectly quaffed hair do cut out of it. He was the finest of the Frenchmen on stage.
Thomas Mars: lead vocals and the most grateful of the band members( make sure to get a good look at his boots. so great!). He was so sweet and all over the place. He climbed up on the speakers like a drunk high school girl at a garage show. He also graced the audience with an impromptu crowd surf. Henry got to tousle his hair and I got to touch his butt. It was awesome!
Phoenix was so good! They really were great performers and they were nice to look at too. I got to meet some real crazies in the crowd as well. For anyone who knows me, they know I an chit chat like nobody's business. Since it was Henry's first concert ever, I took it upon myself to get him situated in an optimal viewing spot on the venue floor. We wrestled are way pretty lose to the stage butting in front of a few obstinate people. We, however, had the pleasure of making the acquaintance of two lovely flamboyant gentlemen named Renaldo and Luke. Renaldo is currently studying at the U as an early childhood education major and Luke is just working. They were hilarious and thought that I should transfer from BYU to the U. Renaldo and I really hit it off when he told me that his great great great grandparents moved to Mexico from Medina in Saudi Arabia. They were catholics in search of a better life. i love how everything comes back to the Middle East for me. Anyways, the boys were wild dancers and Luke gave me a joyous high five at the end of the show. Unfortunately, we got separated before a number exchange could happen. Oh well, some people are just meant to stay concert friends instead of real life friends.

Thinking ahead by looking back

2010-09-22T22:07:00.000-07:00

I have been presented with a few choices for the future........really there is only one choice right now. The Middle East is where I plan on spending a lot of my time living, studying and eventually working for the next few years of my life. I was told today that I would be needed to go to Jordan again and work as the ground (glorified babysitter)for the future International Development interns. While I loved my experience in Jordan and remember all the good times I had traveling around, seeing the sights, and being able get to know people, I am concerned about the timing of it all. I am unsure of many things right now. My sense is telling me the more time I spend in the region I have my educational emphasis in will make my proffessional resume into to a piece od sliced gold but at the same time I have to question my ability to stay in the Middle East for 8 months straight! Can my sanity take so much culture for that long a period of time? I have got some thinking to do............

Sunday Phone Call

2010-09-19T21:17:00.000-07:00

Sundays are meant to be dedicated to rest. I often leisurely utilize my Sundays by starting weekend homework, cleaning my room, and making some much needed phone talking. I remember when I would talk to my pal Hay in Salt Lake on Sunday during our first year of college. We would usually chat about her boy life and my very high schoolesque college experience at Dixie State College. Lately, I have been feeling a little lonesome. When I was is Jordan, I had these feelings of seclusion and separation. I longed for things that were familiar and for people I knew were on my side. I was excited to get back home and start school. Finding my friends and the safety I know as my normal life made me so happy but I still feel disconnected and I don't know how to fix it. I was really happy to get to chat with Sarai today and get to hear about her happenings. The news of life and just news in general always cheer me up and I was overjoyed to chat to someone who can change my mood with just one phone call. I love Sunday chats.

Hooray for things that make me feel good.

2010-09-03T20:51:00.000-07:00

I have been feeling a little ungrateful today so I decided to write down some happy thoughts.

1) I am grateful for crazy but always considerate roomies.

2) I love the friends I have who are close and those who aren't too far away.

3) The hlrc computer lab is the best home away from home.

4) Fellow Arabic students all around me. Some who help and others who ask for it.

5) Open windows on cool nights and reading things that are not academic.

Salt Lake City: Quick visit for friends and free entertainment

2010-08-27T20:59:00.000-07:00

Twilight Series Concert: I am sure some of the 40,000 some odd people that showed up to Pioneer Park were disappointed due to the fact that the city was not holding a free showing of Twilight films to the people but were instead paying a corky old school-feeling rock band to entertain people. She and Him. I think it is really more of her than him. The Salt Lake crowd was overwhelmed by Zooey's adorable performance and hip ensemble. When she jumped, the crowd jumped. When she sang, the crowd sang. She had everyone eating out of her palm. While I am not the biggest Zooey fan, I was well entertained by the sweet and well-dressed

triple threat( she sings, acts, and can bang the tambourine.) It was a good night to share with friends. It is feeling good to be back up north and about to start a whole new school year. I find comfort in the fact that I do have friends to share my free time with up here but I miss my pal Sarai terribly. But we all shall reunite over the musical talents of Sufjan Stevens in November. That will really be a night.

Fancy Foods

2010-08-24T12:22:00.000-07:00

I spent most of my summer eating out of someone else's kitchen. I always found recipes online that i wanted to cook but never had the means of making any of my dream foods. I was able to bake a bit with the girls that I worked with at Dar al-Wefaq but the resources at the shelter were limited and I wasn't permitted to use the kitchen all the time.

I had the baking itch all summer long. The first thing I made when I got home was a chocolate zucchini cake. The hankering for chocolate did not stop there. I found this great recipe on FoodNetwork.com for chocolate souffle! I couldn't believe how easy and simple the recipe was. As with most things I make they aren't always perfect but they do end up tasting pretty yummy. I didn't get the classic puff but I ran out of batter and couldn't fill the ramekins to the very tip top. I left out the cinnamon of the recipe and just went with pure chocolate. My mom was pretty proud of my culinary prowess.

Chocolate Souffle Recipe

3 tablespoons granulated sugar, divided
2 1/2 ounces semisweet or bittersweetchocolate, chopped
1 large egg, separated
2 large egg whites
1 tablespoon heavy cream
1 teaspoon all-purpose flour
1/8 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1/8 teaspoon salt
Confectioners’ sugar for dusting (optional)

Directions

Position rack in center of oven; preheat to 375°F. Lightly coat two 10-ounce ramekins with cooking spray; coat the insides of each with 1 1/2 teaspoons sugar.

Place chocolate in a small microwave-safe bowl. Microwave on Medium, stirring every 20 seconds, until melted, 1 to 2 minutes. (Alternatively, see "No Microwave?" below.)owl until combined. Whisk in the chocolate until smooth, then whisk in flour and cinnamon until incorporated.

Beat egg whites and salt in a medium bowl with an electric mixer on high speed until soft peaks form. Beat in the remaining 2 tablespoons sugar in four additions, until stiff, glossy peaks form.

Using a rubber spatula, gently fold half the beaten whites into the chocolate mixture until fairly smooth; then gently fold this combined mixture back into the remaining egg whites until no white streaks remain. Divide between the prepared ramekins and place on a baking sheet. Bake until puffed and firm to the touch, 18 to 22 minutes. Dust with confectioners’ sugar, if desired. Serve immediately.

Queasiness in my belly

2010-08-23T20:08:00.000-07:00

It isn't the thought of a new school year that makes me feel a little queasy.

and

It isn't the sight of indecent public displays of affection that make me go green in the face.

and

It isn't the smell of my puppy's teeth-rotting bad breath that makes my throat close up.

and

It isn't the taste of old freezer burned Popsicles that make me want to toss my cookies.

BUT

It is having to have to watch and overhear seedy segments of the awful television show "The Bachelor Pad" that bring about my feelings of nausea.

Don't get me wrong.........I enjoy my fair share of junky t.v. shows( i.e. Gossip Girl(omg! it is such a good show!))but never have I witnessed such bad entertainment as when I see bachelors and bachelorettes scheming and thinking they are being clever.

NO MORE!

Please.

Peely Body

2010-08-20T18:43:00.000-07:00

As a result of the below mentioned California trip, my skin has decided to peel away........ 3 weeks later.

I don't know what it is about beach sun but it is mystically stronger and causes more severe burning power than regular pool-side sun. Beach sun is also deceiving as it teams up with cool beach weather fooling beach visitors into a false sense of safety from beach/sun rays.

What a pesky pair leading to peeling appendages.

Hate it!

Nostalgic California

2010-08-07T12:28:00.000-07:00

My family surprised me with news of a California trip just hours of getting home from my summer away. I had not seen the sunny state, that I once called home, in over a year. Driving down the I10 and feeling the heat from the outside always sharpens my fuzzy memories of desert living. Palm Springs in the summer time is hot. You wake up and it is hot. You go to bed and it is hot. I found myself wishing I was back in Jordan because the weather there is actually cooler than Palm Springs. Nostalgia hits me harder than the heat when I visit the desert. I saw my old high school and we ate at our favorite old sandwich place. It is fun to go back to where I grew up and see how things have changed.

My mom got to experience some old home town nostalgia as well. We took a day trip to Huntington Beach to get some sun on our Utahan skin and to get escape the heat. My momma took us to the beach where she would walk to as a kid and then she showed us her elementary school and old house. It was bitter sweet as we pulled up to the house and saw that the new tenants had completely remodeled the place leaving it almost unrecognizable. Things just never seem to stay the same.

Welcome Home

2010-08-02T12:55:00.000-07:00

I had a nice welcome back last night. My pa, ma, and sissy met me at the airport but my luggage did not. They decided they wanted to stay in Chicago......they will come home soon though.

I woke up this morning in my own home and in my own bed. I took a shower in my own shower and got dressed in clothes that were not crunchy.

A real friend called me and I ate a real American breakfast. Red, white, and blue waffles were the perfect welcome back to my American home.

Day trip/turns into overnight stay, gravel pits, farm animals, kind strangers.

2010-07-27T09:22:00.000-07:00

I am racing through my last week. Now is the time to soak in everything around me. I was advised by a friend that I should do something cultural. So, early Monday morning I woke up and hopped on the first bus I found to the Badia.

All of my time in Jordan has been spent living and working in the city. I realize that there are two kinds of worlds in Jordan. There is the city and then the Bedouin. Life in the desert is very different from how people live in the city. I saw more traditional people and no places to buy shwerma. In the Badia, knowing people and having connections is everything. Luckily my Badia boys have friends who have horses and camels so I was able to have some kind of country entertainment.

In one day, I was able to see and do everything that the desert village of Salhiyya offers (if that gives you any indication of the remoteness of the desert.) I was glad to step out of the world I knew and see things through a different cultural lens.

Meeting with Her Excellency

2010-07-25T06:11:00.000-07:00

Our final internship meeting with Her Excellency Halla Latouff was an excellent opportunity to share our thoughts and feeling about our time in Jordan and to understand the perspective the Minister has on development.

The goal all along has been about the transference of knowledge and culture. The Minister shared with us that one of her greatest experiences in life was the chance to spend a year of study in the U.S. when she was 16. To this day, she still keeps in contact with her host family and is still grateful for the eye-opening experience that has forever influenced her outlook on life. She explained that we are all just people with different past experiences, opinions, and attitudes towards life.

I will always remember my time in Jordan as a time that challenged me yet I am still optimistic. The exposure to different ideas, peoples, and ways of living has caused me to reflect on my own ideas, values, and ways of viewing the world. My opinion is this:

The world is full of ugly and hateful things but it still has the potential to change if there are those willing to facilitate change for the better.

Ajloun: Part Duex

2010-07-24T06:15:00.001-07:00

Things move quickly around the Alissa house. One moment you could be getting ready for a cooking lesson and the next you are being ordered to put on your shoes quickly because you are going to AJLOUN.

Ajloun is a a beautiful city just north of Amman and is the home to my host mum's sister and her family. The greatest point of interest in Ajloun is the Ajloun Castle which sits a top one of the city's big hills. I went to the ancient site a few weeks ago with some other interns but going with all the family made the experience feel a lot more personal. The feeling of belonging to this family always grows more poignant as the number of family members increases. Three of my host mum's sisters and their kids went with us to the castle. The steep road leading up to the hilltop fortress was packed with cars and people walking with large bags in hand. Fridays are the days that families hit the hill and bring their bags of dismantled argila pieces with them.

The night air smelled like pine trees and a smooth breeze was well appreciated as I looked over the old city of Ajloun. There are moments when I feel like the places I visit are like home. ( Jordan and Southern Utah are really the same place)I am always asked about why I am here in Jordan and how I have liked what I have seen........and I always answer honestly. I love it here. I meet so many people here desperate to get out and it becomes very real to me that beautiful places are not always as wonderful and exotic to the people who are struggling within the country's borders. Along with the beautiful site, the nice family dinners, and the safe walks at night, I have also seen the homeless, discouraged, and desperate. The intertwining of the two experiences makes things bittersweet but also puts a well needed reality check into every day.

Old lady KayKa!

2010-07-23T02:43:00.000-07:00

Happy Birthday.....yesterday......!

I love you baby.

I send you kisses from a Kamel.

Attempted acts of tourism.

2010-07-18T08:00:00.000-07:00

shababaat....chit chatting.

Blast Jordan and its festivals of culture!

Last night, the shabab and I attempted to see the ancient ruins of Amman's Citadel but our hopes were dashed as we were informed that the tourist attraction was closed due to the Jordan Music Festival. The integrity of the ruins were covered by advertisements and stadium seating. Although we were not able to see the fullness of the old site, we were able to enjoy the city scape from our serene location. I have found that I am better able to experience the vastness of Amman when I view it from its various lofty jabals(mountains). After not being permitted into the Citadel, the shabab and I took off walking through some windy streets until we found stairways built into the mountain that led to the city center.

We were able to make refuge of the night by enjoying some kunafa, cocktails, and a friendly game of shudda(really some random card game james was trying hard to teach me). What really topped it off was watching Fantastic Mr. Fox....a sketch copy too from Hamoudeh DVD. The pop corn, movie, and chilling in fancy expat part of town made me feel very American.

Although I like having some American time in Amman, I cherish the time I am able to spend on the streets talking to the people. My host papa, Abdullah, always tells me that I have to talk with the common people. That is only way I can aqcauint myself with the real Jordan.

IT has been too long old friend......

2010-07-14T14:00:00.000-07:00

On a whim, I walked into the closest market to get some change for a taxi and what did I find? I found the most glorious dark thirst quencher to ever float across my taste buds. I found my dearest of all American beverages.........Dr. Pepper. I had heard rumors that this elusive elixir was sold at the US embassy but to find it on the common streets was a grand treat. It only cost me 1.50 for a small can.......so worth it. I love this country.

quick update before my computer dies.....again

2010-07-13T08:03:00.000-07:00

I have been a negligent blogger.

My computer charger decided that it just cannot power my computer without me holding it in place the whole time.

I have not had the time to sit and charge my computer here for more than ten minutes.

Many things have happened since my last post. My internship is coming to an end and I am starting to long for the comforts of home but at the same time I am already missing the people I have met and love here.

The realization that I will have to leave my work and the girls that I have gotten to know and love over the past 6 weeks is overwhelming. I want them to be healthy, happy, and continue their education. The huge problem with "sustainable development" is knowing how to keep the development process sustained. I am afraid their will be no one to teach anything after I leave. I have a few more weeks and I am working on a proposal to bring in English learning materials and update the computer lab with more than just one functioning computer. But if I have learned anything this summer, it has been that you cannot depend on any type of bureaucratic help. It is all about the trying though. All I can say is Insha Allah..............................that phrase has gained a greater meaning for me since being here. People really mean "if God wills it." They don't really try to make things work themselves...it is all up to Allah.

On a happier note I got to see the beautiful Nancy Agram(the cutest Arab singer in the world) and Queen Noor last night at the International Children's Congress concert. Nancy sang and Queen Noor just sat there looking classy. My favorite part of the evening was being able to see the arts of the Middle East. There were performances by modern dancers, a group of singers, and a very colorful display of fluttering flags from all over the world. I especially enjoyed the bursting claps that followed the announcement of the presence of Palestinian representatives at the conference. Some people really love their Palestine here.

Artsy Amman

2010-06-26T09:43:00.000-07:00

Now that my time in Jordan is beginning to wind down, I have become more motivated to seek out the hidden treasures of my home city of Amman. Amman is known as "The White City" because of the layers and layers of chalky-colored buildings. But as I walk the bespeckled streets and look out onto the staggered neighborhoods, I cannot help but see all the color and life of the city. Amman is composed of several unique neighborhoods which offer a little something different. Today, I visited one of my favorite areas in the the city, Duwwar Baris in Jabal al-Weibdeh. Like most of Amman, al-Weibdeh is a neighborhood full of contrast. One can see the grittiness of an old fruit stand and then turn the corner and see the grandeur of a lofty villa home. It is this diversity that always keeps me guessing and allows me to experience the joy of Amman's hidden treasures. Dar al-Anda is the gem of al-Weibdeh. It is situated in an unlikely place and possesses one the the most scenic overlooks of the city. The Dar al-Anda gallery welcomes its visitors with a burning burgundy border and then leads them down a potted plant path which then crosses the line where old city transforms into new city. We found the gallery in a somewhat discouraging order. Workmen and employees were in the midst of preparing the venue for its new Australian exhibition. I was able to catch a peak of some pieces from the old show. The artwork of the Arab world has an interesting perspective. I saw a mix between political and religious and even a little humor. There were also wire sheep, totem pole wall hangings, and cryptic messages within the surrounding landscape......oh my.

Weekend Stomppings

2010-06-20T10:19:00.000-07:00

Mount Nebo: Didn't get to see the promised land but I did get to see some ancient mosaics.

The best seats in the house.

The Orthodox church of John the Baptist.

The Jordan River: I could see Israel. Almost thought to swim across but the water had too many tad poles in it.

The Dead Sea ( baher ilmayyit): The saltiest body of water in the world! The water burned the eyes and the mud smoothed the skin.

Rooz Kreespee Trait?

2010-06-18T07:20:00.000-07:00

Yesterday, I had somewhat of a culinary disaster at my work. Thursdays are designated as our free/baking day and I was trying to introduce the women I work with to a classic dessert, brownies. The plan was flawless on paper. I had the recipe all written out. I converted all the American measurements to miligrams and grams but a surprise hit me when I entered the communal kitchen. I discovered that the women have no measuring utensils, stirring instruments, or proper pans. The girls were up for the challenge though. In the spirit of Tim Gunn, they made it work.

The ingredients blended well and the girls were excited. I thought the brownies would be fully cooked in about 20 minutes but they started burning after ten.

The brownies were ruined.

I experienced true charity as the girls lined up and filled their plates with the brownie-like product.

I just kept saying:

Assifa(sorry)

Mish Zaaki( not delicious)

But they all swallowed with smiles and assured me of my success with kisses.

I am now determined to practice all my recipes before showing the girls. Today Joud and I made Rice Krispie Treats together. I am Americanizing this family one day at a time. They really love it and I enjoy sharing my family favorites with my favorite Jordanian family.

My best part about being here in Jordan is living with a host family. Having the opportunity to share experiences, jokes, and hardships with my Jordanian family has kept me grounded during my time here. I learn the most about my Jordanian family when we eat or when Fida is showing me how to cook various secret family dishes. So, today was just another learning and growing time.

One Hypoallergenic Cat= Happy Me

2010-06-17T08:17:00.000-07:00

Everyone, meet Potchi(pooootcheee). Potchi is a domesticated carnivorous feline from the family felidae.

Potchi is the only Felis catus in the entire world, maybe the universe, that I am not allergic too. Potchi and I have known each other for a little more than a month. Our first meeting was awkward, to say the least. I was afraid that my home life for the next few months would be terribly uncomfortable due to the sensitivity of my hystamine production.

Luckily, things are merry between Potchi and me. She likes to slip into my a moire and cuddle up on my clean neatly folded clothes. Her hair gets all over and I don't sneeze. It is a miracle. Ilhamddu lilaah. I was meant to be in the Alissa home.