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Beginnings are a funny sort of thing. Everything has one and they are all different. There is always that first step to begin a marathon, a first smile of a baby, the first cup of java in the morning.

Each town in existance sprung up from the first building and grew into its current state. Continued growth is what makes the world go round. Yesterday we visited the origins of Linkoping, the town in which I am studying during the next few months.

a short bus ride led us to..


where we came across a little garden

whose flowers and leaves sprouted from seeds sown long ago

And an old fashioned printing press

Where ink is imprinted onto paper, transforming mere ideas into them into literature that people can hold in their hands and pass along to their friends

And a wood shop where trees serve as the basis for art, utensils, decorations, and toys. The large trunks of the leafy giants in the area are carved into useful objects

I don’t know what the origin of my life from this point will be, but I sure hope it involves chocolate (like the chocolate factory in Gamla Linkoping)

Shifting back into present day life we took the bus into the city center

The student pub, HG, is very interesting but it was totally fun to get into. There is a dance floor with a stage, restaurant, two bars, a private room, the whole deal

I particularly like the bar rules

and the shot names

Blackjack? It looks deserted here, but that was because people had moved to the dancefloor–it was quite busy before this picture.


Speaking of beginnings, I BEGAN my courses today. It is interesting because we never meet on the same day, or at the same time. They give you a syllabus and you check where it will be that day. Sometimes on thursdays, mondays, eight o clock, 5 oh clock..you never know.

Oh, Sweden keeping things interesting you sly dog. ;)

There are elections coming up in the next couple of weeks so lots of free food is being given out

I think I am going to be seeing the beginning of a new pants size pretty soon hahah

I am encountering so many new experiences without the people who generally define who I am, with people who have no idea about my normal temperament, my normal habits, likes, or dislikes. I have kind of had to throw any preconcieved notion of who I think of myself as, who I want to be, or who I am out the window and just allow myself to BE and enjoy where I am and who I am with.

I can tell that coming here was the correct choice, and that it could potentially be the commencement of a new chapter of my life. I dont want to put too much thought into it because that would defeat the whole point, now wouldn’t it but I have to say that if this is the beginning of the rest of my life..

Then this is a beautiful way to begin it. :)


Twenty days in and I finally took the plunge into the museum offerings of D.C. I stopped in the Smithsonian portrait gallery on my way to meet up with my friend Charles in Chinatown after work.

I have to say, I consider myself a pretty open person when it coms to art but I really just dont get portraits. They just creep me out. I challenged myself to locate the creepiest ones in the place. Let’s just say there were alot to choose from.

I tried, I honestly did to appreciate the FINE brush strokes, shadowing, and the immense skill it must have taken to create the paintings but i couldn’t get over the eery feeling of being watched by dozens of still, oil painted eyes every time I walked into a new room.


I clearly lack the fine taste and breeding to be able to appreciate the significance and beauty in those. I can however, fully acknowledge an art form of a much more delectable sort:

The art of the sandwich.

Another perk of the mother visit was going to a Safeway that didn’t look like it belonged in a third world country. I took full advantage, loaded my little basket up to the brim with whatever struck my fancy.

TA DA! full fridge..that’s what I’m talking about. Got some english muffins, strawberries, blueberries, turkey, carrots, avocado, tomato, half a dean and deluca sandwich, nectarines, bananas, oatmeal and safeway peanut spread (actually not pb, but it tastes better!)

Now I am presented with the issue to trying to eat it all this week before it goes bad. Enter sandwich number one, I made it last night for lunch today but I forgot to eat it :( guess it will be tomorrow’s lunch.

A good sandwich has several components.

  • A good base–in this case english muffin
  • A protein–i prefer turkey, but chicken is alright too
  • Loooadddssss of veggies–i only had tomatoe and avocado but generally more is more
  • Preferably mustard but I do not have any so the avocado would have to do.


The reason I forgot to eat my sandwich actually has something to do with food as well in a rather contradictory way, not to mention my filling breakfast..

Banana, copious amounts of pb right out of the jar, and green tea–MMMM

Precisely at lunch time I noticed a joint committee hearing in CQ daily that caught my eye. Ironically enough it was regarding world hunger and the new Feed the Future program.

Let me back up a bit

Now, it has undoubtedly been a valuable experience but I have to say that this internship has left me slightly disillusioned with politics as a whole. I have always been aware of the amount of negotiating and schmoozing involved in the political world, but with the recent additional exposure the more I have felt that there is more facade than actual governmental progress.

I nearly forgot that as with most things in life, the bad is usually accompanied by some good. Representatives have the unique ability to use their influential position to provide assistance to those in need. It is so easy to get lost in the seemingly superficial and unnecessary debates about economic policies and tax cuts, or the turmoil of foreign affairs gone wrong. There is so much water to tread; the larger issues generally leave their mark on the agendas of most politicians.

I seem to bring up often my gratitude for all that I have been blessed with in this world for no apparent reason rather often and I have often felt and expressed fear that my good fortune has ensued thus far because something horrible is waiting right around the corner. Recently, a new thought process has begun to form.

I’m starting to think that possibly I have been blessed with such extravagant good fortune though so that I would have the opportunity to spread it around a bit.

The way I figure it, people with their own set of issues have less time and less energy to devote to bettering the lives of those around them, or are preoccupied with bettering the lives of a specific few.

It is the government’s responsibility to take care of its citizens. The purpose of electing people to represent us is to better the quality of the public’s life and unite society as a well functioning tool. It’s not just a job for these officials—they have people’s livelihoods in their hands. We are fortunate enough to live in a place with a government that no doubt has its share of flaws, but fundamentally it is not corrupt. People are complaining about our current state of living, of paying more taxes, of being in a recession, of having to live on unemployment benefits and I’m not trying to say that there isn’t substantial worries in your every day lives but there are some considerations that you should think about.

At least you have water, you have a governmental system that pays for your necessities in your dark times or at least makes an effort to. There are horrifically corrupt governments our there that are so intent on keeping their citizens down, they will go to any lengths to achieve their goals.

25,000 people die each day due to hunger and related causes. In Africa alone, 265 million people, nearly one-third of the continent’s entire population, suffer from hunger.

This hearing discussed providing financial aid to a list of less fortunate countries to innovate farming and agricultural techniques, educate the population about growing food, and help them get on their feet.

While you are on your computer reading this, I’m assuming you are clothed. Think about the last time you took a shower, think about the last time you slept in a bed, drove in a car, ate a meal. Probably all the above you have done today, while a large portion of the world have not done even one of those things in their LIFE.

It seriously blows my mind. I have a information session on the Peace Corps on Thursday and I am way more excited for it now than I was initially. Even if that specific program is not in my future, I anticipate donating a chunk of my time on earth to helping those in need.

Okay, okay I realize all this sounds cheesy but it’s really the least I could do. I am not religious, nor am I spiritual in the least, but I do try to abide by a set of morals. I try to be the best person I can be, 70 percent of the time haha because I can be a total brat the other thirty.

This concludes the Dr. Phil SLASH infomercial portion of my rambling. Have a wonderful evening, send good thoughts to those who need them!


I remember receiving the reading assignment for One Thousand Paper Cranes at some point during my mid-school years. In conjunction with the book we completed a project in which a woman was brought in to instruct us in the art of folding cranes. I’m not entirely sure of the relevance of the craft in relation to the book, possibly so that we could better understand the time and care that it took to make one (much less a thousand). I suspect my teacher was just pawning off her students to an innocent bystander for a day and writing it off as ‘creative’. Who knows?

I just distinctly remember I hated it.

I mean I love the idea of creating art, I enjoy reading about it,  I appreciate looking at it, I admire those who successfully do it, I even occasionally attempt to do it myself–for about five minutes. Then I get frustrated and/or bored and shove my half finished in-progress work of art into a drawer to be found at a later date and recycled.

I truly hold those with creative intelligence in the highest regard, as well as those with the patience to follow something through to the end mostly because I seem incapable of doing either.

I bring this up because after work yesterday my roomate and I walked to Georgetown to meet her friend for some sushi and to go out. On the way we came along a salon front filled with paper cranes. I truly am in love with this city–it has so many dimensions both architecturally and culturally. It is a large city but at the same time is so welcoming and I feel as though I belong.

(Many, many more pictures are sure to come of this wonderful place in the future but for now all I have is some random ones from my internship. From the very moment I arrived here I have not had a chance to sit and do nothing or to whip out a camera and I love it!)

The past few days I have woken up at seven, gotten ready and left for work at 8, worked from nine to six, then walked home (which takes an hour or so), and then immediately gone out, come home and gone to bed, then repeated the following day. I love the busy atmosphere of d.c. but at the same time it is bustling with young energy.

There are a ridiculous amount of interns on the Hill–not to mention other internships available for students including  lobbiest groups, non profits, and business organizations–according to my calculations there are 435 house representatives on the hill alone (not counting senate or other political people) and each of them have one to 35 interns!

I realize it is a bit soon for me to proclaim my adoration for our country’s capital considering it has only been 2 days but things are looking good at this point and I am enjoying myself to the highest extent.

did I mention that my dorm is three blocks away from this baby?